Blind Spot - Staring Down the Void
Documentation for application, Fall 2016

The BLIND SPOT is investigated as visual, perceptual and aperatur phenomena as well as a metaphore for a multitude of juxtapositions, between the visible and invisible, the static and fluid, the known and unknown. Blind spot is that which is uncannily present, and at the center, but remains unseen and undescribed.

A collaboration between artists with diverse backgrounds and competencies, it will result in a stage production premiered at the Meteor Biennal in Bergen October 2017, with further performances in Fredrikstad. The project is linked to an artistic research project lead by Karen Kipphoff at National Theatre Academy, with internasjonal partners.

Berlin, August 2016

Hochschulübergreifendes Zentrum Tanz (HZT) / Universität der Künste Berlin hosted a preliminar workshop where the five artists met to develop concepts for the production. Through self presentations, discussions, writing excersises and field work a conceptual and material foundation was layed for the further work.











Optics, from the concrete meaning — to the metaphorical and open

Space that has been emptied, deserted

Migrant — structure of society — infrastructure

Hunter and hunted

Shadow and light - seen and unseen

Devices and instruments


Waiting — orientation — voyeurism

Waiting — hunting — shadow — monster

Doubt — acceptance

We live in a bow and arrow season era, current order will break down at some point.
Bow and arrow season as title, direction, pre-apocalyptic, has tension and suspense, is scary

She is...

She is sitting in the sports hall on a bench. She is exhausted after hours of cleaning. They will arrive in a couple of hours, in a bus, from the south. They might have travelled for more than three weeks.

She is sitting on the bench and taking of her rubber gloves.

She is drawing in her calendar while listening to a podcast about Portuguese cooking. She’s drawing small patterns without really giving form to anything. She’s drwing in her calendar. It is the 4th of July 2016.

She is soon of on holidays.

She is online.

She is considering where to go.

She is googling travels to Angola and parallel watching a Netflix series about the Colombian mafia.

She is lying on the sofa watching the news. A car crashes on the street. She is online, again.

She is measuring her shadow: in the morning, at noon, in the early evening. It is summer.

She is writing a letter to her grandmother. She is writing an email to her grandmother.

He looks at...

He looks at the recorder, checking settings. Is it recording at all channels, as supposed to?



Do I have to wade through all hundred and four sub-menues in order to reset this?, he thinks. This is fucking useless.

The recorder is really nice when it works, but setting it up is a nightmare. Designed by engineers. Designed by a pedantic technical mind that starts out by systematically listing and then displaying all configuration options that were ever added to the firmware, including the useless features invented in a late Friday afternoon haze.

And of course, the one tiny detail missing, the one they never got to, was a simple stupid preset storage. Why would you want that?

Five furious minutes later. The LEDs are finally blinking as supposed to. As far as he can tell it is now configured correctly. But the place itself has been deconfigured in the process.

The state that he has to bring himself into in order to do recordings that he can engage with later on, is gone. Depending on his mood, the world has more or less colours.

Now the light is harsh, and erase the colours, leaving only white and bleak shades of gray and beige.

The cables has gotten entangled. Can we please invent wireless electricity? Like now? Thanks.

The perception of the place, shadowed by technology and bad-tempered moods.

She looks at...

A huge box with holes in it

He thinks it is a mountain because of the dust covering it

She wanders what’s in the box

But he doesn’t care for a mountain is only a mountain

Another woman is standing there, she walks a little and then climb the mountain and sit on the dusty box

Without warning

As soon as she sat, the box mountain strangely and imperceptibly disappeared SHE

But after a while she saw that it was still there but more to the right

No more dust but papers seemed to be filling it

He didn’t even notice it had changed place and had some kind of content

He thought it was some kind of new construction , maybe a supermarket he thought

Because he wasn’t giving it any attention, so he didn’t notice all the papers

The woman who first sat walk again, whistling and went into this without warning

But what she doesn't see...

But what she doesn't see is black, pink, green and the dirty leaves of sound floating up from the trashcan where it all began. the startup and its wonderful, wonderful wonderful greasy, greasy, greasy greasy green grey blue white song of gentle insistence. But what she didn't see was herself nor did she see the others nor did she see the city, the trucks, the planes overhead or the worms sliming creeping underneath the newspaper screaming screaming screaming the computer humming humming humming the doors slamming slamming creaking and slamming the dust spreading all over in a grey brown red cloud growing, growing, growing steadily and covering, blanketing coughing away the green leaves. But what she didn't see was flat, square, round, she only saw the stripy, green, dustbrown can, container on the other side of what she thought and din't see. But what she didn't see and did see at once was some pile of melon on an icy frosty cold november day piled by caucasian men who drove thousands of watermelon in old grey brown trucks all the way from georgia to violently smash them on the wide open square of taganskaja station. what she didn't see was berlin the suburb of moscow.

They look at...

They look at each other and they didn't knew where to start They were in pairs, they were in Paris

They looked at each other and realize how difficult it was to loose the ownership of their own bodies

They didn't even look

They though they were looking and decided to describe They saw it together

They didn't payed attention

How awful is to be tricked by your own reflection They looked and they are still looking.

I stop looking, because they are looking at me

So we can look at this without having the same eyes, is that what you saying?

They looked again at each other and hoped somebody would save them from their own wills

They had no patient and no wish to keep looking at that perfect white wall

They knew all the time, and they never said it out loud They look and by not finding they assumed it existed

They looked and looked and looked and looked, until they got sleepy

They were dreaming that they have seen it somewhere They forgot what they have seen

They were we shortly after one of them left the room

The space...

The space seems to hide the only thing that makes it visible The space seems to avoid speaking about what we don't see

As we proceed without vision The space seems to unlearn us while we think we've seen enough

We are at the beginning, The space seems to invite us to be audience although we are on stage, although we keep convincing ourselves that shadows are only in relation to illuminated things

The space seems a to unthink, unlearn, unknown, unbelieve, unhunt at all

The space seems a hunting cabin, a treat, and then it doesnt, specially after yesterday when i experienced the same cabin in the middle of Alexanderplatz

The space seems to bring my eyes closer to myself, it borrows other lenses showing light as negative, like the negative effect in photoshop

The space seems to invade other space, and pervert it, because it is obsessed by shaping its own shadow

The space seems to be a waiting room, that builds expectations on how much time we can still pretend we are the audience

In the end The space seems to lack shadows but the show goes on

The Panorama

The panorama seeks to present everything: the sum of all possible details to be seen, while at the same time keeping an overview, giving a general impression of that which is represented. But evermore accessible information cannot patch over the quintessential misunderstanding, that information accessible is not equal to filtering, reading, understanding, let alone acting upon that information.

The panorama will be an important audio-visual element in the production, drawing on previous work with panoramic image and video in collaborations between Karen Kipphoff and Trond Lossius, making use of non-standard wide screen video formats and immersive surround sound serving as auditive scenography.

Staged Bodies, media installation (2005-06) by Karen Kipphoff & Trond Lossius



Floating Characters, Stage production (2007) by Karen Kipphoff, Trond Lossius, etc.



A visit to Deutsches Technikmuseum Berlin resulted in film sequences of Kaiserpanoramas, focusing on the transitions from one image to the next, the in-bewteen-space necessitated by technology but assumed to be ignored.

Bow and Arrow Season
Waiting — Hunting — Shadow — Monster

Field work at Wolletzsee outside Berlin during the workshop proved to be particularly productive. A former hunting ground for the DDR Stasi elite, this field trip produced compelling imagery and sound recordings with rich metaphorical resonances, including the stark contrasts between the peaceful lanscape and the violent act of killing that it affords, silence and explosions, hunter and the hunted, surveilance, spying, voyeurism, fencing in and out at the edges and borders between fields and forrests, etc.

Field recording from Wolletzsee

The space that has been emptied, deserted

















– how to kill time

– the infrastructure of this kind of situations

– how do curtains structure these institutions?