Author: Joanna Yulia

The Main enemy is the bourgeois standard / norm. I would shake Roland Barthes hand.

I was very optimistic an looked forward to everything out of the blue. Interesting Program. Thought of a project, showing that, even if there differences do exist (shapes, colors, words- what ever), in the end we are all human – But I let the standard out of consideration. Your standard.

We feel. We think. Taste. Touch. Smell. Our carnal canvas is illustrated by the incidentally culture we are surrounded by, from the first breath we take. We breath in. Like a sponge is not beyond to diffuse water through it’s cells,  we are not beyond to diffuse the culture waters, they water us, let us grow, paint us, appease thirst, tarnish us – obfuscating our mind.

The Gods are calm. No matter if faceless or cow-faced. They lapsed into silence. And left us alone.  Left their name behind to warrant war. Left Language behind to enable us to think in words, not only with the heart – the holy organ – no! With the brain- an pretty useless organ in our head wich leads us to believe we could understand. Could really know something. It’s ridicules. If there is Satan (standing for the very mean, worst). He is a Wordmonster – evil thoughts given us with words, the voice in our head, the devil in our head. I fold my hands in prayer in front of my chest. In front of my heart. I would like to delete the words which help me to describe the world in one dimension.

I am blind – wordblind

I am numb – wordnumb

I am deaf – worddeaf

I am in the worst of taste – wordless

Drink my wine – I made him out of figs.

How does it taste?

There is no truth. No Moral. Just Life. Life and evil words, encasing thoughts.   There is no ascent or descent, just iteration. No coming and going, just turning.

You want me to tell the truth . Perhaps adorned with loveliness. You want me polite. Truth is never polite. Real critic isn’t either. It’s just not judging – but not polite, it’s distinguishing. It’s just your own wounded pride. So pull yourself together.

Take a sip, the wine is excellent. Politeness is a lie.

Culture is the Idol. The golden calf. What shall I compare?How Language tries to remove each – growing distance?Landscapes raped by man hand?

I really shall compare? Distinguishing?

I feel dizzy – It’s not from wine – I am the host.

I like it simple. Simple and pure – I tell you the plain truth.

I don’t know what art is.

The homely girl on the other side of the street . It has happy eyes . Childlike, though adult . It laughs. Yes, look through the window. It knows the art of living. It say’s: Bla, bla… No, It’s not like it sounds. I just guess. My devil finds no words for the sounds of the girl. It’s still in paradise. Like the soul of the birds. Try to whistle in words. No. Don’t sing.

You are offending me. Just words can hurt her.

Let’s drink more wine.

I am thankful. Thankful for my full stomach. Thankful for the trip. Nice people to know. Thankful what my eyes were able to soak up, my hands to touch. Even the things that were strange enriched me. I learnt, I felt – Get high on words. On Impressions.

I got sick. Sick by Jet lag. Sick by food. Sick by people.

Sometimes I felt stupid. Stupid, because of eyes, because of Knowledge, something new, fear, to laugh with all my heart.

I felt unfree.Cramped. Misunderstood. Allowed to do what rather be not allowed. I still can’t fly – not even from the highest skyscraper. Just fall. Just my feelings can grow alike.

My words – the tower to babel. My soul, an innocent child.

Fly Ka – Maat will show you the netherworld of the lords.I ate figs – I drank there wine. I know it’s wrong. My heart is fig. Heavy of Knowledge. It doesn’t know what to do with.Too heavy of thoughts.Too heavy of words.

Let me calm down.I wont believe.I wont think.I wont write.I wont talk.

I wont take response.Let me forget.Let me fade.Let me breath.Let me calm down.

The program is over.

Data will be deleted… … …

A 阿 ā

B 贝 bèi

C 瑟 sè

D 德 dé

E 耶 yē

F 艾弗 ài fú

G 给 gěi

H 哈 hā

I 伊 yī

J 尤特 yóu tè

K 卡 kǎ

L 艾勒 ài lè

M 艾马 ài mǎ

N 艾娜 ài nà

O 哦 ó

P 佩 pèi

Q 酷 kù

R 艾儿 ài ér

S 艾丝 ài sī

T 特 tè

U 乌 wū

V 法欧 fǎ ōu

W 维 wéi

X 伊克斯       yī kè sī

Y 艾普瑟轮 ài pǔ sè lún

Z 贼特 zéi tè

Ä 诶 ēi

Ö 俄 é

Ü 玉 yù

ß 艾丝贼特 ài sī zéi tè

HIGHER

BETTER

FASTER

MONOLOG

DIALOG

POLYLOG

THE DIGITAL AGE ALLOWS US TO SEE FOREIGN PLACES MOVING.

THE DIGITAL AGE CONSTRUCTS REALITY FASTER THAN EVER.

WE ARE USED TO READ IMAGES.

FOR COGNITIVE PSYCHOLOGY, TEXTURE MEANS: Surface, which is detectable with the eye.

 

Medial cure of souls

The global interface of culture (western and eastern world)

Since the“Gutenberg Galaxy“ (How Marshall Mc Luhan described) was yesterday, we live in a global village. A digital era, which effects every living person who is connected to electricity and the post-capitalism and -modern way of live.

So what is interesting about this global digital thing? – Networking allover the planet?

It is the way of changing/mixing ideologies and role-models in a rapid way, to create a new form of identity. A very reflected one.
Which isn’t a national matter anymore. It’s an international mixture of habits, beings and even bodies (how they are dressed, how they move, how they eat, make love etc.).

A common sense was developed which has its roots in the medial world.
Television, Cinema, streaming services (like Netflix, Amazon Prime, Spotify, iTunes, Streamcloud, Youtube), Books, comics, Video-Games and so on… they surround us.
We are able to see further than ever,
We are able to hear more than ever,
Taste, smell – even to feel more than ever.

We are getting close to each other – In our imagination.
Being able to comprehend luck and sorrow under the statement: sharing is carrying.

So, what do we want to confer between Hong Kong and Zurich?

Main-interests:
1.The medial habits- this, what is distracting us from (maybe) a stressful working place, harm, Loneliness, boredom… and how similar they are to each other (or if)
2. How it“print’s it’s textures“ in our bodies (Which imprints are left by media world), maybe we can draw conclusions about the seen film scenes later.

Thats why we film little scenes in our environment.
Every Scene has it’s topic (Question), like: This is how rush hour looks like in Zurich.
The other person reflects this Question, with a scene she is filming, and is asking a new „Question“ in the end, for the other person to answer (not in a written way, just filmic).
It should draw us conclusions about, if we can read and understand the Question in Pictures of one another .
This should last three weeks, like:

First Scene Person A : (Q= Question)Q1, First Scene Person B: (A=Answer)A1 +Q2
Second Scene Person A: A2 + Q3, Second Scene Person B: A3 + Q4… and so on.

Afterwards we will work with the collected material.

So, another  main-interest I would like to add (J.) is: (next to the comparison of the medial worlds), how the dramaturgy of a little scene is build. How are the cultural influence? Are there Connections? Can we understand and read it.

For Lecturer (little note): The next step is to locate the amount of questions, and of course who wants to start.Retrospectively it should be able to watch the whole work as a little movie.Maybe this Part we could do together there in Hong Kong (optimizing the movie).

:)))