Dressed in an emergency blanket suit, and surrounded by bricks covered with aluminium foil, I proceeded to download Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells from the internet. Then, I burnt a CD with the song, and from that CD I recorded a tape. During the recording, I reproduced manually the original Tubular Bells cover on a tape case.
During the exhibition FIVE HUNDRED AND TEN SHOWS, NO REVOLUTION at W139 (Amsterdam, NL) I was invited to co-participate in the evening's performance series. We selected a picture from W139's archive and tried to reenact a performance with only that picture as a reference.
A perfect repetition is ungraspable, a pure original can never be relived -- one can certainly strive to fill in the blanks, to satisfy questioning with assumption mixed with imagination. Studying the photographs that litter the archive of W139, one encounters names, faces and images that possess a curious sense of distant familiarity. A man donning a hardhat, the violet smoke of his cigarette frozen in the moment of a camera´s flash. One is inclined to question what he was saying and what was his cause for doing so - words and intentions that cannot be traced like the outline of an image or the dates written on the archive box. Further searching presents clarity, but not a perfect twenty-twenty vision of the past. We cannot re-enact.