Take Care Of Yourself Take Care Of Others Thake Care Of The Planet

HOW DO I LISTEN TO THE FOREST? WHAT IS THE LANGUAGE OF THE RIVER, AND HOW CAN I UNDERSTAND TREES?

I decided to spend all possible time in January in the woods behind my house. I wanted to comprehend it. I tried to listen, observe, journal, record, draw, feel. I spent my mornings, evenings, and noons with trees, rivers and recording devices.
My first recording instrument was my memory. Pretty much an opposite of an exact recording instrument, as I learned. Although I was thrilled by the idea of memory being my very first tool to mention. How dramatic! Perception of time seems to be an illusion of our brains. The memory of sounds turned into a dream-like sensation right after I came home from the recording session.

FROM AWARENESS TO ACTIVISM

Indigenous teachers tell us that plants are unique beings with their own will. They come where they are needed and always find their place to fulfil their roles. I believe our purpose can shift and evolve, depending on our skills, environment or conditions we live in. Same as plants, we adapt and evolve. Without being aware of our role in the ecosystem, we might feel like we lost roots or we stop growing perhaps. Without purpose, we fade.

Do you have a purpose in your life?

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Created in January 2022 
credits
released February 18, 2022 

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The full composition has been created for the Florilegio | zuihitsu blog as part of the site-specific observation.

Nina Pixel | Müggelsee Observations

Testi e musiche: Delghe
pre-produzione e pre-mix: Delghe
Mix: il dolcissimo Omi
Mastering: il Dolcissimo Omi

Delghe & il dolcissimo Omi - Superfalco

Eltek Guacamole #001x

to coalesce into a mass; become solid; harden.

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johannes volk - escapism [TOKEN73]
jokasti & nek - bassball bat [MORD040]
brayan - scribble acid (codex empire remix)[ARCHIVE 001]
codex empire - teize [a+w XIII]
fedorico amoroso - skarn (takaaki itoh remix)[SKARNDIVISION002]
andre kronert - the prayer [TOTM02]
casual treatment - unilateral assist [DECOY 35]
robert s - sequencia 13 (live mix) [RL 13]
adam x - antagonistic  [SG 1675]
timothy alexander - sentience I [SG 1358]
jeroen search - reduced external awareness [DREF034]
seph - inner [AMR010]
subjected - ambro [ARTS013]
blue hour - faithful eventide [BH 009]

Reinforced Concrete

Suzanne - INTERZONE @Void Club Berlin 19.05.17

Escupemisangre - 01 - Late

The other day I have met a man reading palms and offering a piece of very reasonable advice > to become a farmer of our bodies - farm your health - farm your conversations - actions - view yourself as a farmer - farm your breath - change the context - cultivate - farm you!

NINA PIXEL | Farm Your Body

A pre-apocalyptic fairy tale, time travel poem, layers of the consciousness, actions, changes, elasticity of choices stuck in the loop of constant rebirths

If any God should say,
             "I will restore
            The world her yesterday
              Whole  as  before
My Judgment blasted it"--who would not lift
Heart, eye, and hand in passion o'er the gift?

            If any God should will
              To wipe from mind
            The memory of this ill
               Which is Mankind
In soul and substance now--who would not bless
Even to tears His loving-tenderness?

            If any God should give
               Us leave to fly
             These present deaths we live,
               And  safely  die
In those lost lives we lived ere we were born--
What man but would not laugh the excuse to scorn?

             For we are what we are--
               So broke to blood
            And the strict works of war--
              So long subdued
To sacrifice, that threadbare Death commands
Hardly observance at our busier hands.

           Yet we were what we were,
              And, fashioned so,
            It pleases us to stare
              At the far show
Of unbelievable years and shapes that flit,
In our own likeness, on the edge of it.
/Rudyard Kipling/

NINA PIXEL | THE PALM READER | TIME LOOPS

Hlina. 
Do hliny sa zaboriť. Vrážať drsné prsty do hrudiek studenej teplej hliny. 
Cítiť. 
Držať. 
Hmatať. 
Chmátať. 
Vnoriť sa, zaboriť sa. 
Votrieť si hlinu do uší. 
Zaraziť prsty do zeme, priložiť líce do lesa. 

Voda z potoka. 
Očistné, ochranné schopnosti. Narábať s hlinou ako s kúskom domova. Čeliť nepríčetnosti. Čítať budúcnosť. V hline sa pariť. V hline sa páriť.

Našuchorené ihličie. 
Dnes som poliala kvety slanou vodou. 
Strčiť nohy do horúcej vody s maslom. 
Roztekajúci sa med. 
Mach prerastajúci telom ako slanina. 
Ako sa do hory volá, taký potok z nej vyteká.

Korene stromov obmotané okolo krku. 
Ešte som sa nedusila. Mäso vytrhané z plúc zeme. Hlina rozsypaná po chodbe. Ležíme spolu v daždi prázdnoty?

Ako je to keď veríš?
Mohli by sme spolu vzkriesiť mŕtve duše myšlienok? 
Koľko stojí duša a komu sa predáva?
Je duša zelená alebo tmavomodrá? 
Čakám na zázraky. 
Čo keď myšlienka uzdravuje? 
Pevné ruky nádeje hlboko zaborené v pohyblivom piesku. 
Istota tiež musí platiť dane. 
Smútiť sa nemá nahlas. 
Na hlase spoznáš smútok. 

V hmle sa neobzeraj za seba.
V hmle sa obzri za seba tri krát.
V noci sa pozeraj do hmly.
V noci sa pozeraj do troch očí.
Uvidíš pravdu.

Kričiace tiene. 
Stúpajúce z vody ako smädná para. Vyhýbajú sa hmle. Sedia ti na ramenách ako vlažná rosa v sobotu ráno. 
Kričia potichu.
Aby si ich počul.

Vrkoče. 
Vrkoče z jašteríc. 
Zapletené hlboko do jaskyne. 
Vytekajúca slaná voda. 
Už si dnes umyla nohy Ježišovi?

Držať niekoho kožu. 
Chytať sa pórov rázovitej tváre.
Sedieť pevne na zemi a chytať sa.

Kto vyrastá zo zeme, ten do nej vplynie.
Dážďovky
Už ich moc nevídam. Pamätáš sa na ten smrad rozkladajúceho sa mäsa po daždi?
Taká sladká vôňa zomierajúcich dážďoviek. 
To už nebýva. 

Keď je hustá hmla, niekto umrie.
Mor. 
Kliatba, ktorá nás prenasleduje. Hlboko v kostiach, v horách, v korunách stromov.
Vôňa smrti sedí na korunách stromov ako posvätná sova. 
Sype sa zo skál ako prach mŕtvych tiel. Vsakuje sa do zeme.  Do vody čistiacej našu budúcnosť. Jagavé bezvetrie. Beztvará pokrývka života. Sadá na poli ako bezvetrie na hrudky srsti. 

Nádej. 
Dúfajúc, že čary fungujú, kto sa okúpe v potoku pri splne a trikrát sa pokropí mesačnou vodou, do roka a do dňa sa stane svojou budúcnosťou. 

Zrodená z vody mesačnej, panna nečistá, dúfa, že ju zachráni povera. 
Piť krv.
Krv. 
Namočená nádej. 
Sila. 
Energia viery. 
Kto tvojukrv vypije, poblázni sa. 

Nohy zviazané reťazami. 
Tečúci vosk
pomaly formuje tvoju budúcnosť. 
Šeptáš pravdu z odrazu plameňa. 
Čo si praješ? 
Koľko nám ešte zostáva času?

Dotýkaš sa slov. 
V jemnom prameni života. 
Kedy to skončí? 
Syr škrýpajúci medzi zubami. 
Vždy sa nájde niečo čomu chceme veriť.
Pod každým stromom sa skrýva zázrak.

Magické. 
Každý má nárok na magické. 
Zázrak zapečený do kúska nádeje. 

Keď sa v noci prvomájovej okúpeš v krvi mesačnej, do roka sa vydáš s do roka zomrieš. 

Trikrát sa pomodli, povoľ a prežehnaj.

NINA PIXEL | Dážďovky

A collab on a distance (during the infamous 2020 covid lockdown) between the Berlin-based Italian producer Enrico Tiberi and the Italian writer and artist Giorgio Serafino. The poem of Serafino was written in the past years after various experiences and road trips with his wife Giuliana Foresi and has been translated to music by Tiberi. The track is utterly enriched by the thunderous basslines of Gianluca Gulino (the shell collector, animal riot)

The lyrics narrate a dream in which the forces of nature violently take over mankind by literally taking up arms.

The dystopian musical landscape oscillates between industrial and futuristic electronic music, like it's the last soundtrack of a world blackened by capitalism about to fall in a natural and quiet balance again.



Lyrics by Giorgio Serafino
Music by Enrico Tiberi
Gianluca Gulino on bass
Artwork by Giorgio Serafino





// lyrics //

I dream of an army of trees
with their fingers on the triggers
all of them holding guns, ready to fire
the ground is spreading her black thighs
the roots are starting to creep

all the trees with their fingers on the triggers
all the trees with their fingers on the triggers
all of them are holding guns

running and firing around
like dreams gone crazy
running and firing around
on the spread black thighs of the ground

all will be wrecked
and balance restored
nothing will be repaired
all will just be restored

never felt like I belong to what is dying
and I’ve always sided with those who now are shooting
farewell wrong world I bid you farewell tonight
as soil spreads her black thighs
and I can’t sleep as devil dances down the streets

all the trees with their fingers on the triggers
all the trees with their fingers on the triggers
all of them are holding guns

I dream (All the trees with their fingers on the triggers)

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