martin ebner & ariane Müller
berlin, germany
artists
Martin Ebner and Ariane Müller, Arms Will Get Longer, 2020
The lack of any predictable future that defines this situation as being as far from normal as possible is embedded in the feeling that there has to be some difference to how the world has been before we went home.
The sky is extra blue these days.
I take long walks.
Longing. The vast studio of an artist friend, located two meters underneath the thin asphalt of empty Alexanderplatz, invisible for the outside. It is night, but lit by sunlight. She is rehearsing with an object, present and absent at the same time, smiling to her inside. An old indian conceptual artist sits at the table and writes. I accidentally cause remote music by scratching frozen snow on the wall with a long stick.
But this is a dream, and I don’t remember mine anymore.
·Worng· was written on a shirt which I once saw for a second, or was it.
But today brought a big change. The first person wanted to come by and see us. In social distancing mode he said, to drink a glass of wine. This is information. Check, and re-check. Let’s get updown.