128 x 182mm, Colour printing, Perfect bound, Softcover, 2024

Shatteringly, glamorously, viscerally, Volker Eichelmann reorders the past, slicing it up through the present and presenting it reassembled for a future performance. Ectoplasmic voices pulse out of the ether, tuned into alien wireless stations. Insular, sonic shards, spinning out on a probe into space, feeding back. Awash with energy and visual electricity, with the movement of dance and an interior where everyone is beautiful, Eichelmann takes refuge in a new genetic, aural-visual identity. A nightclub in heaven, by the utopian sea, and a figure in the dark.

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