What if a satellite disk does not transmit any far away signals, but stays in the hood and becomes each time more self observed and narcistic when we approach it? If we give it a closer listen, is it the rhythm of our own veins that we hear or our ancestors speaking to us? With whome do we communicate, if we do, at all?
performers: Channa Boon: voice, Donia Jourabchi: feed back
© Channa Boon 2017. In collaboration with Helicopter The Hague