Inland Island finds itself between a guided meditation and a séance - with a central part and fascination for the hands of the listener. A guided meditation, in which attention becomes an act of imagination. And a séance, unfolding the limited dichotomies through which we tend to look at the world around us: fiction versus reality, near versus far, I versus the other.
These hands of yours, look at them.
Look at your primary way of holding onto things.
Your medium, really, for getting a grip on the world, to handle it, to hold it still,
For if not, it might move around and over you uncontrollably.
But when soft hands tenderly open up a gap, the unknown full of things, full of beings, may come into the light to play.
There is a lot happening here.
In this performative installation and poetic audio performance, you take a seat at a table with a small group of participants. Through headphones, you are addressed by a voice without a body. This voice belongs to a liminal being - an angel, an alien? At the same time present and absent, this eternal witness speaks about things happening at and far beyond that table. This being is looking for connection, both with the listener as between the listeners. Like a sort of science fiction, Inland Island opens up a broader, more tender view of the present and the individual in it.
“If we opened people up, we’d find landscapes” - Agnes Varda