the new horde

On display is a conceptual elaborate video installation on a 4 x 8 meter wall in the thermal baths at the Viehmarkt in Trier (Germany), which combines a lyric poem by the Berlin writer Scardanelli and the sound of the Frankfurt composer Julia Mihaly.
The statements of image and language thus become inescapable. The poem's direct "we" also address this. "We" cannot distance ourselves or stay out of it. Thus it is no longer possible to claim that "we" knew nothing about anything, nothing about the "plagues," nothing about the animals that "we destroyed," nothing about the "blasted cities" (Scardanelli). The visualization and word associations are deliberately kept general, basic, so that the interpretations can change according to the viewer and his particular state of mind and historical context. We mean any kind of violent horde, be it criminal gangs, free-armed people, terrorist organizations or the violent potential in every human being.
What turns a man into an executioner, what is the nature of kamikaze terrorists, what explains a " normal soldier " who becomes a mass murderer? What is waiting for us in the future? Who are we expecting? Infected by terrifying visions everybody participates in the spreading of fear.
The installation is not about evaluation, but about phenomena and fantasies. About images that trigger reactions, latent feelings, moments rich in associations and openly designed situations, especially in the current time of Ukraine war.

2022
artdirector I Bodo Korsig
editing I Bonko Karadjov
videodesign I Bonko Karadjov
voice I Richard Dannenberg
composer I Julia Mihaly
lyrik I Scardanelli

the new horde
we arrived from the unavoidable
we swarmed the land
extinguished all memories and
colors of the past
burned forests and fields
evaporated the waters
injected diseases into the living
slaughtered the old and children
ran over the bodies
exploded the cities the hills
raped the women and ate their flesh
we vomited
we obliterated the animals
and drank the blood of their silence
we ripped open the earth
we threw in the skulls of the men

we yelled into that silence
into those ashes into that fear
we were the new horde
we made what will never live again
the final wind of destruction
the dead painless
the uninhabitable land
the emptied planet
at night illuminated by a moon of ice
engulfed by day by flaming suns

we arrived from the unavoidable
we swarmed the land
we died from that void
devoted to that gray
we were without redemption without guilt

unique

Scardanelli