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Wind instruments stretch time in a fragile way, drifting between bird calls and the sound of Rishab Prasanna (flautist) and Isak Hedtjärn (whistler). Musicians gather, imitating birds calling for togetherness. In his new work, Abdullah Miniawy shapes another attempt to open an isolated marble door.
A peacock dreams of being a poet. It ponders, trying to shed its colors, turning its feathers into a gradient of flesh. On the other side, a poet longs for the peacock’s colors; a galactic blend of earth, forest, sea and sky, as seen from a vantage point. The poet can close their eyes and absorb the knowledge of the finite. Yet, trapped in a monotone concentration, eyebrows plucked down to 111, they miss much. The peacock, dipping deep into the ink of the poet's pen, sails through a tube into the poet's body. A fluttering storm erupts, reversing the roles: the peacock finds itself under arrest warrant While the poet, his utterance collapsing into a cry; haunting, like a peacock's wail struggles to describe the world.