In this time of self-isolation, we are more online than ever. We seek to keep in contact with our loved ones through the internet. What would this time be like without being able to meet each other online? It's a great substitute, but something is missing. Our minds meet in cyberspace, but we forget our bodies. What is human contact without our bodies?
Sitting on the couch, I am watching the theatre play The Encounter by Simon McBurney on my laptop, when suddenly I hear the annoying buzzing of a mosquito in my left ear. I try to get rid of it by flinging my hand aggressively near my ear only to realise... there is no mosquito. I am entering the realm of The Encounter.
Isn’t it bizarre how Joost manages to give every single fruit its own absurd universe in just one sentence? Hearing him ramble on about all the different kinds of fruit makes me wonder if these ‘vruchtjes’ (a.k.a 'little fruits’) are a metaphor for something bigger.
Zimoun (born in Switzerland, 1977) is a self-taught artist best known for his sound installations. He uses simple and functional components like cardboard boxes, plastic bags, or old furniture, coupled with mechanical elements such as small motors, wires, microphones, speakers and ventilators.