WE LOVE XR: SPOKEN WORD – PERFORMANCE

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WE LOVE XR is an international collaborative project by a variety of artists and contributors from different fields exploring the possibilities of extended reality. Initiated and curated by OBJ.Studio the project is made possible by Ambion GmbH at the SUPEROOM XR studio.

BRKN brings an emotional poem by Sibylle Berg to life. Ruminating on the current global predicament we all share, it gives the recipient a mirror to reflect on the past while catching a glimpse of the future. As soon as the performance starts an immersive typographic journey begins. The words surround the artist and manifest themselves in the space. Following the artist, we physically travel through the poem while it merges into the dreamlike XR-World.

Poem by: Sibylle Berg
Performed by: BRKN
Typography by: Charlotte Rohde, Plusminus Studio, Schultz Schultz, Studio Triple, Julia Parchimowicz, TwoPoints.Net, Carmen Nácher, Max Pirsky, Elías Prado, Snooze One, Eduard Felegeanu, Studio Other Types, Vincent Wagner, Vivien Hoffmann
Art-Direction by: Aurora Mititelu
Directed by: OBJ.Studio
DoP: Jib Art
Realized in Unreal Engine by: VanTa
Tech Crew: AMBION
Studio: SUPEROOM
Tech: STYPE, Blacktrax, Panasonic Camera, Jib

POEM
We are the smooth, new, good,
we are not yet visible to you,
Down here, dawning, where we are growing
towards the new beginning,
so close to the core of the universe,
at what is hard, dark, big,
what is forming, stored in cupboards –
just don’t stand still, you have to go now.
On your last desolate meters
At the end of your human dream,
Take a vacation, rest in swoon quietly,
We’re sawing the tree of life here.

You had a thousand years of time,
You have not used the power, the greatness,
in your striving the world dies,
as you know it, as you like it,
that which remains here, on new soil,
fertilized by your little minds,
is what we create, slowly, waiting,
is what we are, what it means now –
from the beginning we will start
as one race, as one force,
that wants new things, that knows goodness and suffering,
which it gives you.

You killed what seemed weak to you,
what was gentle and full of imagination,
what remained, there you see it stranded,
with yellow feet, hopeful,
It’s time to look down on others,
to look down on others,
Wherever you turn your gaze in search,
There is no place, you must go now.

Look, there are the clear rivers,
the forest, the griffin, the new eel
for you, you sad figures,
now comes the last supper.
We now play the last hymn,
the last song, the last song.
We like to see you give up
jumping into the fire with free courage,
your bodies twitching,
as you fight for your lives.
Lost, we only say with a smile.
The new world, it takes place
when the last flesh from your bones
and your brain has pulverized.