Alexander Chen spent an afternoon improvising melodies on viola, and recording them through Google Glass. This resulting song is composed completely from 8-second video loops, stitched together into a film. Chen says, “You can see all the layers of the song, like a first-person orchestra.”
Jefford Horrigan with the saxophonist Renè Salemi made two performances at Mehringplatz in front of Station Hallesches Tor, one at 6.20 a.m. in the morning and the other at 7.50 pm. in the evening on the 4th of September 2009.
William Cobbing, Kiss, 2004. Matt’s Gallery London.
Heads feature frequently in these performances but never as faces. Instead, individual identity is shrouded by a crazed and mucky parallel of the pixilation that newsroom editors employ in controversial situations to ‘protect’ the speaker from personal recognition. The shifting alluvial mask that obscures two heads in The Kiss, Cobbing’s film of the eponymous action, materialises the look of love into a tactile mass, a cloggy marl that hands knead, model, smear and spread noisily, glutinously and messily. — Martin Holman, Miser & Now, It shouldn’t happen to a dream, Issue 11, 2007