A.I.R extension#14 (a guided tour), part1&2

hello katleen, hello ronny,

i'm still a bit confused about what was said yesterday at the casino, but this morning after talking with a few friends, it all started to make sense.

my friend eric and i missed the introduction to your artwork, so we just sat down and read what was displayed on the wall and tried to imagine those unknown spaces. it kind of reminded me of what david hume once said: that our imagination and creativity is based on our daily experiences. you can not explain to someone who has never tasted red wine, how it tastes. you have to make the experience for yourself. (that's why my band is also called hume.) the point is, i have never seen your home, or house, or whatever you want to call, so i had to built it with my own images/experiences. the only things you made visible were a few lines of text, 2 to 3 images and a few noises, which was enough to get my imagination rolling... i just thought that the journey you proposed was a bit hectic. for me there was not enough time to imagine all of what was written on the wall. it was more like little image flashes... but maybe that was the purpose :)

i didn't share any thoughts with you yesterday because i get kind of nervous talking in public, especially about things i don't know much about: like art. what is art? a question i could talk about for hours: hardwork+goodidea-fashion+relationships-money+contract=art/zeitgeist?

anyways, that's not why i'm writing you an e-mail... if you don't mind, i have a few ideas i want to share with you, for your movie... if that is what you are doing... i mean i felt that through you performences in diffrent locations you were trying to collect ideas for a scenario. so here is what happened to me yesterday:

i was waiting for my friend at the post office (he was late because of work) when my mother called me and told me that a woman named anne kayser had called me at home. my mother told her that i was going to the casino. she asked: to the casino in mondorf? (poker place) my mother replied: no, to the casino in town (exhibition place). she then said: ok, i'll get a hold of him when he gets here.
the thing was, i didn't know any woman named anne kayser. so as written above eric and i went to the casino, sat down and listened to what was said, but in the mean time i was wondering if this strange call was part of your experiment... i didn't know how this woman knew that i was coming, nether how she got my phone number... so i sit there, scanning the audience, looking for clues. then your phone rings and we start talking to a complet stranger. is it a tape? is he real? where is he? somewhere hidden in the casino, looking at us? no, he's somewhere else, somewhere privat, i didn't get where and he is talking to us in real time. then katleen wants to say hellow, but nothing. THEN, huge microphone feedback. are we in a rehearsal room? what space are we creating, experiencing here? is it real, is it fiction, is it both? the audience starts to take part in the conversation and wants this space to materialize itself before their eyes, which i didn't want: anyways, it happened and ronny by thanking us all for coming and taking part in the experince closed the door to the created space.

that's my story. i really enjoyed your ideas about possible interactions between public/privat places. i will try to check back on your website from time to time and see what's happening with your extensions. and by the way, i found out this morning that the woman named anne kayser works for the casino, but i have no idea how she knew that i was coming to the casino that night. maybe you do! ;) i just visited their webpage without putting in any personal information, scary thought...

best regards, tom boris bleser

p.s.: one of my professors at university once told us that the cell phone for example, is an extension of our voice... and i think there are a lot of extensions like these that can be explored. well, good luck, bye