Im Bausatz

That’s what they like, these humans. Seeking for the perfect visible form. A from, that endlessly rewinds endlessness. That copies beauty with beauty, yet to be decided, what beauty is. What makes a unique shape, a marvelous appearance? How does it shine? The idea. The one, that is always changing its appearance. How can one thing in general be many things in particular? So far, only Die Tödliche Doris managed to come close to answers. Since 1980 it’s constantly peeling herself. From one shape to another. Physical, and not so physical. Air, concrete, plastic, ideas, ideals. Wigs and cobblestones. Hi-Heels and uniforms. Photographs and videotapes. Field recordings, songs, SO36 anarchy in the true sense of the tribe. Doris was out there. Doris is out there. Doris is everybody.