During his residency at bb15 Lukas de Clerk met the local artist Sarah Rinderer. 14 fragments gives a glimpse into the experience. Video by Sara Piñeros
14 fragments by Sarah Rinderer
supporting Airbag/14 Holes by Lukas de Clerck at bb15
polyester fabric, slowly beginning to lift itself from the floor. an inflatable children’s game in which two players compete in moving a hovering ball in the constant air flow from one cone to the next green yellow blue red green yellow finally into a basket. now there are earplugs in it.
tubes – glass clear – lead from the cones upwards, get tangled up, branch out into clusters. the tube’s ends connected to the heads of recorders with adhesive tape.
little by little the air cushion grows diagonally into the exhibition space of bb15, at an angle of about 45° – the same angle the body and the recorder flute should form towards the ground.
we sit down at the danube beach to talk about his work. the shadow of a tree on the ground, branching out, smaller and smaller. the way he brings the words to his lips: loosely, gently. before he got into art, he studied not being visible: hiding away into sound. intuitively, non-chalant, child-like almost.
flutter tongue fibrillation
wind tunnel instrument
mouthpiece macro improvisation
machine room modulating
floating hovering giant
surround sound organ ordinary bagpipe dysfunctional dysharmonious
pressure on one’s chest
not all cones are connected to tubes and recorders.
the airflow feels cool and surprisingly strong, when you hold your hand over the hole at the cone’s tip.
(green yellow blue red yellow blue)
do you still have a recorder at home? what did you play on it? when? did you like it? how have you been taught that music should sound? and how long has your recorder been silent? for how many years have you not played?
(questions for a warm, personal conversation)
the sound of the danube. a recorder is supported by the lips and by the thumb of the lower, right hand. he stretches out his legs, tells me what supports his ideas from a musical perspective. the synthesizersounds by éliane radigue, by daphne oram, by delia derbyshire. the handling of an instrument that has never been heard before.
not in a musical way
machine breathing cycle
system of (wind) pipes
the floor vibrating
underneath the soles of my shoes
(his international recorder flute asylum)
alto soprano wooden plastic
wood grain dull glossy missing chips of paint
no longer completly white
blue the two upper holes covered with black gaffa tape
another one has the capital letters of its previous owner scratched into the wood
te che te re le re
di ri tell ell ell ell el le
(to detune to disremember to unlearn to play)
he moves his thumb up and down, fast
above the fan
the shaky vibrato
of red polyester
hardly any wind at the danube beach. traditional folklore music is inspired by nature, imitates the sounds of nature, he says. today – a motorboat pulling a water skier; he follows it with his eyes – we need to imitate the sounds of machines, become machines.
now i’ve talked a lot.
the cushion of air slowly begins to collapse,
to fold like water
light high sigh crackling, crumpling, wrinkling waves
drowning in air
my mouth feels really dry.
at the danube beach he sinks backwards onto the grass
the polyester fabric,
back onto the floor of bb15’s exhibition space.