M E T R O N O M E
steel , pickax , flashlight
In colaboration with Marcin Pazera
A moment after overcoming fatigue during a mountain hike, you get into the rhythm and feel like a machine. You are them moving in a rhythm recalling the slowest tempo of a metronome, but your head is buzzing with the thought of the mightiness of the body overcoming the mountain.
Seconds extend almost to minutes. Everything pinches me. Time flows like tar. Even my own eyelids close at an unbearably slow pace. No reach, no information. Waiting.