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Heaven Is Above Us

For those who are familiar with the works of Volkan Ergen it might not be surprising that to find words which would describe his visual art is not an easy thing to do because it often happens that you find yourself drift away in the depths of the surreal, unsettingly beautiful quality of his images. His new work is a music video made for the danish band Sleep Party People. Heaven is Above Us is one of those songs that carry the promise of a dream, of a broken minute, which will turn you into a tiny clock that stopped ticking and lets you float away somewhere outer space.

The music video is indeed set outer space, but it seems to be in a different dimension where there are not only planets and meteors present, but rabbits and a woman too, and where the only familiar rule working is gravity. Gravity, which seemingly wants to hold on  to everything in the universe and keep them together, not allowing them to fall apart. It is a universe without an exact center to it, its something that resembles the logic of chinese boxes, each piece fitting inside one another, a universe in a universe – a never ending cycle. Isnt it sad somehow how impossible it is for us to experience the feeling of floating? To let go off the caring arms of gravity and fall down without ever having to reach the ground again? We are imprisoned in our own inner universe in the similar way the woman is imprisoned by gravity on a planet. She cannot leave, she has a body, a physical body which is heavily bound to the ground . One of my favourite scene is the close-up of the woman’s face, because it gives away a secret – that the prisoner only takes the shape of outside forces, to trick you while all the way it was hiding inside of you. The universe with the rule of gravity, the rule of holding on and not letting go is something thats exists in yourself, in your own working mechanism.

So where do the rabbits came from? What makes all of these soft creatures unable to move and turn into cold stone to float around frozen in the space? I’d like to believe that they are like memories that once were vivid feelings surrounding you and in the same time, living inside your own mind. They are just as much your own creations as they are gifts that you got from others. It is the gift of gravity, the rule that makes connections possible between things, people, all the creatures of the universe, even between petrified rabbits… but also it is the curse that wont let you drift away, that wont allow you to be empty and light enough to fall off the ground without having to break all your bones while crashing to another ground again. The woman though seems to find out how to escape her prison, she gives birth to rabbits, and when they leave her body becomes ethereal, only then she can begin her infinite fall. A fall without having to face gravity which in this case is not the offset of flying…because in a world without things to hold on to, and things that would hold you back, in a universe where there is no ground to crush into there is no need anymore to make a distinction between flying and falling.


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I have chooses to choose a video pertaining to Volkan Ergen video which is accordingly Image moving. Moreover not of concern I asked him for the permission. “Ocpdocpd” Which funny and strange name for a sequence. But when it is a question of representing a scene of passage between the life and death, of spirituality is not it strange not to manage to include/understand the borders of comprehension. To include/understand is to translate then do not include/understand.
This video I feel there this duality of the man only crushed by the Nature which sometimes is consumed by it. Something of spiritual. It is the body of a woman lost in the Forest. The spirit of a woman lost in a passage. I feel there in the same way by the effect of the scene reversed like the effects of the LSD or drugs of illusions. Let us be us lost? Let us be us in fright? All this could be a fright, a dance towards this covered heart of blue painting. And this act makes me recall in my atlas an artist Rudolf Schwarzkogler. It in vain makes belong to the actionnists Viennese, he does not function similar more spiritual. This video it is spirituality way rite and sacrifice. A world with back and moreover can be an emissary bouquet. Suddenly at the end of this pseudo performance vis-a-vis this body in becoming to die another person appears. Magic? Beyond? In any case I do not know if it is a woman or a man or even a dream vêtue of hair of animals. The woman is made bring and left a cry which one does not hear the sound or cannot it leave or does not manage it to push a cry. It is made carry and more it disappears it becomes body and its spirit flies away, its humanity disappears. I see as in the tragedies. The heart is to become it of the woman. It becomes itself heart with sacrifice or may be that is the thing which of east was useful. Doubt the future, doubts perception. Confusion of the borders. Blue hands, bodies blue. Blue can return to Klein obviously but here that reference to the esthetics of the video, this strange and supernatural aspect. The hands blue it is the enchantment of the fairy tales can be. The truth is not the reality which one wishes to see. Hands in the air? Is this the border of this end of research? All is there to be seen. The video is mysterious. The hands blue it east can be to it imaginary gift and exchange contrary to the negative hand. Still in superposition, there are images of gulls flies from there. That makes me recall possible tales on the gulls. Can be a morals on the mortality of the bodies. This effect of kaleidoscope of these animals gives an effect all in as much mystical and fright and something of morals which could have been in the tales. And if the gulls wanted to say something on the prey as for the jackals? Animals necrophagous? Nourishing waste and meats? Can be that they will eat the heart which one saw can be the young woman? The gull it is also the traveller. The spirits fly away. The body is made transport. And the music in all that, it has something of enivrant like the effects of the LSD. Music of tale it is probable. I like the music much they are sounds of environment, rain, fire, sheet dead but also of cawing odd, odd echoes can be noises of monsters, cries of gulls…. all that makes me think of the musics of David Tudor.
All this music makes it video worrying and incomprehensible. And question atlas that evokes me Bill Viola, Mc luhan… for the effect of the rather oneiric image. But at the same time that resembles a fairy tale. Curiously why I do not know of it too anything but this oneiric universe returns the history in fairy tale. Is this can be this thing disguised with a costume of hair resembling a bear, a dream. And with this costume of hair of animal I think of the extract of an artist Alice Anderson “Beard blue”. The hairs curiously that always interested me. Not like male effect, female but for their intriguing aspect which returns to something of abnormal or why not of oedipien? I do not know why. that me fascine can be because of the animality that that to create and symbolism that that can return on the forest. Why does it hold or it them eyes of the young woman? it is really worrying. and these blue hands that always returns in force. Why this film of Alice Anderson? I find that the two universes are complementary. The hairs of this woman gives him an aspect worrying and here in this film of Volkan, it is the ensured metaphor, the transformation into an animal since in lower part of this costume a skirt resides. Is this can be the double of this young woman? a tale can be quite simply, a tale without words…

Writer : Alizée Armet

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the first hot red water circulated in my body

did not want to touch my brain for a while

now I am crippled

that’s all

hundreds of people who appear in my day

widely scent, texture

their eyes grow on my body

our touch is instant

their fingers pointing, with their judgement stick on me

I put on fire my monstrous stewpan when I turn back home

by attaching the paper cutter to my shaking hands

grave you above me

like roasting under sun, scaring over

for refreshing a lot of time

we got so tired of being visible

is not it possible if you do not stare on me?

or if you allow to spit in you?

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