“It is November 12th 2021 in the evening. I am standing on the edge of the main welcome pier inside Montevideo harbor.A mild evening. The sun’s setting twilight is changing faster minute by minute…”
Montevideo Songlines. Playing site specific Longstring-Drums. Songlines is an appropriation with which I refer very associatively to the multidimensional spiritual and actual spacial orientation practise of the First Peoples of Australia. …
Walking Montevideo bay from the abandonned historic trainstation to the river mouth of Arroyo Miguelete at the entrance of the oil refinery
Sunny warm spring. Opposite the New York estimated ten floor high facade of the iconic old city tower we enter a packed bus. My eyes are traveling along an amazing diversity of buildings with individual functional and decorative variations.
Suddenly close to the flame of the refinery, lit the day before in the distance. A bit like the olympic flame with its promise of victory and fame.
Stepping out we find us among just a few small buildings, close to the shore. In the noses sea-salty and muddy-rotten breezes.