John K. Grande (Kanada)
World Walk
Video Performance
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Biografie
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1954 geb. in Ottawa/Kanada
Schrieb viele Bücher zum Thema Kunst und Ökologie
1994 Buch
Balance Art and Nature
Betreibt aktuell das
Welt-Weg-Projekt
welches Lyrik, Symposien u. Videoprojekte beinhaltet Catalog (English)
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World Walk Darmstadt 2014 Field throw turbulent city toss Ludwig von Hessen Darmstadt’s castle … dot dot dot … accordion sounds wings of an angel trumpeting in bas relief on the facade a statue of a woman holding the scales of justice and a sword another is draped the same way and holds sheaves of wheat you NEVER LOSE ANYTHING in life it’s a process the geometries of the city platz entering the castle crossing the moat on cobblestones under the arch NOW a bell is ringing and a PIECE of PLASTIC floats by Ike a feather in the breeze another bell rings many bells ring a chorus of bells Georg 1 and Phillipp der Grossmutige larger than life stare down as the bells ring a lion keystone over another arch to the side horsehoe symbol kids are walking and singing … dot dot dot … Verbum Domini Manet in Aeternum gold on red sandstone carved near the Schlossgarten now moss covers the buttressed walls by the Schloss and I can hear the sound of a fork and knife above looking through the tunnel carved stone benches along the way a flowered set of pants on a woman who passes by Holzhandel Becker Q-Park now turning to see the walls and roofs ivy covers them in some areas Friedenplatz 2 – 11 SKY EXTASIS hier stecken tausend gesichten This is not a GOOGLE map the lion is wounded in fact dying monumental as it is a symbol and across the road by the trees hexagonally framed you can see the Hesses Landes Museum and on a rooftop nearby the first wind power propeller and green trees and plants exclaim their capacity to fuse nature and culture bring them together WANDERING and WONDERING in this LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING Lieferverkehr werktags a cigarette but extinguished and forlorn on the earth inside a man made container lichen grows on stone maybe forward KLANGSPUREN P -> in the rear view mirror of a motor bike parked by the Yoga Vidya Center a man in a black beret and a woman in a black dress go by in opposite directions disappearing from this FIELD of VISION … dot dot dot … white stripes BIOABFALL MehrLicht Goethe’s last words moving towards or away was he? We will never know … Dot Dot Dot … This ongoing text unfolding in space like a tree with no name no language to claim it part of the process of life UNFRAMED UNCLAIMED land and city have no borders and nature is nothing new never a concept more like a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose all there all here now a word or two find their place in this line of the production. Is it a theatre? Like anthropologists we reclaim what was not of our time and place to discover and disintegrate the moment and the leaves of trees are the fragments we hold for a MOMENT IN TIME turning in space we are a landscape too even now as we breathe our bodies in nature’s body extended the same place DARMSTADT she’s a lady with a large hat with a flower the tables are woven into the earth the cloths are sewn into the land escalating the atmospheres under the weight of our feet. Economy and ecology or something like that. Dot. Styling Now. Invisible to everything a modular modernist sculpture largely forgotten and breathing now the unicorn fountain appears as a tram sighs by and cars cough at the beat corner of this domain name a bell sound and the sky opens the clouds are soaring above no airplane is sight the blueberry bush grows cars cars cars cars cars cars cars so many cars count the steps 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Nature is everywhere it could be a blade of grass or it could be a tree in lines like these words Altpapier Biotonne yellow cactus flower mosaic 24 Ausfahrt WASSER nr. S80 14,2T 1,4, a brick, a brick, a brick, another brick, another brick, a wall of bricks Judas Priest das neue Album 11juli Delicos Musikhaus ORANGERIEGARTEN der Bessunger 1714 formal garden with palms flowers and fountains where Baroque water flows upwards orange yellow mauve colours in lines and circles all this growth a chorus hierarchies of plants adapting growing Louis Remy de la Fosse designs unparalleled. As humans tool makers we touch all this with our eyes the EARTH SOUNDS LOUD HERE like MUSIC a floral imbroglio all this BIOMASS we are a part of. A girl in a bicycle far off her mother gathers her hair and the clouds grey and white. Time has no title this place and scene bee on a white flower a woman wears headphones cannot hear anything around her unconscious civilization a bell rings oval water main a playground for children a snail is moving on the grass this is a three dimensional sound image an orange hat INFLATABLE REALITY up among the lily pads there are dragonflies and butterflies a symphony now leaving heading up to Lichtenbergschulestrasse. There is a crumbling wall graffiti mural of Manet’s Dejeuner sur l’herbe Radkurier Trans-O-Flex Paketshop we are passing by museological time now here salsa dance a tree branch has fallen like a massive deer antler on the green grass. Uncontaining this museum of time shoveling words into space now turning. Along the WALDKUNST forest path way now… a french fry container’s lines are flattened into the earth and unsigned anonymous branches and tiny sticks by the flowing stream waters sew these words a knot in a tree looks like a face from an Archimboldo painting the roots are like feet and disappear underground dinosaur tracks of trucks huge and monumental carve the sides of this forest path there are old trees lying in the distance as entropy transforms them returning to the earth nature’s processes shadows in the sun barbed wire traces of the old army camp where plants grow through the abandoned asphalt we lean towards the sky like these trees that reach ever upwards along the forest path telepathic now you can feel the soul of nature expanding breathing ontological in time and space walking Unwinding now this path these words the logs once trees tagged like cows ears the trees are our books the forest is our library Herrgottsberg hill has many stones each its own cosmos a word unspoken closer now still closer
I am a crazy wanderer
… dot dot dot … 1772 Goethe was here by this stone where a tree stands witness another tree has fallen a dog swims after a ball in the pond … dot dot dot … there are ripples in the water reflecting the clouds a wind is rising and tree branches touch the water sending signals these reflections the waves the wind moves like a soft kiss Carolina must have been something and all this before the Sturm und Drang the surveyor’s spike Vermessung Punkt the trees like words each has a character. In nature’s theatre you can hear cars far off, a train and an airplane - dash - synaesthesia - dash - Paleozoic continent collisions 360 million years ago and Goethefelsen that 18th century quarry for the castle now nature again full circle nature culture nature two trees embrace each other growing upwards one a cedar the other a birch the paths are open now trees receding to the Turmbesteigung seeing Darmstadt now the hills are far off the city breathes like an animal nature is all over culture die brucke nature instinct with a little bit of everything the Scarab beetle slowly moves along this path a little Egyptian living now impermanent forever eternal breath and blood … dot dot dot … invisible to everything.