The name of this work comes from Paul Celan's poem "Snowbed":
Eyes,
Blind world
In the crack of death:
I come,
My heart grows colder and colder.
I come.
Moon Mirror Rock Face
Downwards
Glittering mottled light due to breath
Traces of blood
Clouds formed by the soul
Approaching the true face again.
The shadows of ten fingers, gripping tightly
Staring at the blind world
Staring at the crack of death
Eyes Eyes:
We two lie on the snowbed, the snowbed
Crystal next to crystal
We fall
We fall and lie there
Fallen
Deeply trapped in the net-like time
This performance work is related to death, nature, and dreams. I often dream of dead fish, and in this work, I recreated such dreams—a scene of many fish dying. From the belly of a dead fish, I pulled out a roll of gauze. Gradually unfolding the gauze, I read the words on it, Paul Celan's poem "Snowbed." After reading the poem, snowflakes fluttered, covering the bed, the fish, and the scroll on it.
