A summer day in a small town

Result #1

A summer day in a small town outside of Berlin. The streets were filled with cars. A man stood on a stoop smoking a cigarette. A woman stood with her back to the camera, her back turned to the viewer, her back to the viewer. A young girl walked down the street. A woman in a white shirt with a red skirt walked past her. A young man, wearing a black shirt, sat on a bench in front of the house. The house was empty save for one lightbulb on the floor, a stack of books, and a window shade. The streetlight illuminated the back of the house. The house was black, and the lights in the house were on. In the middle of the street, a large building stood on a large plinth, a single-story structure. The building was composed of four large windows, each containing a small photograph. In each of the windows, the word NOSTALGIA was written. The word NOSTALGIA was written on the outside of the building, and the inside. The words NOSTALGIA was written on the inside of the building, and the outside.

Result #2

A summer day in a small town outside of Berlin, a woman with a wide-brushed head shaved sits on a bench in the street, reading a book. She leans over and reads aloud from the book, pausing to stare at the viewer, looking to be in dialogue with the viewer. The book is a kind of Platos cave, a place where the soul lives and the body breathes. The woman is speaking about her childhood and her relationship with her father. The book is a kind of tableau, a place where the body is held, a place where the soul can sit.The title of this exhibition was, as the title of the show itself, My Father Is a Robot, a play on words from the title of a 1972 film by the German artist, writer, and actor Paul Klees, a member of the Neo-Conceptual group Künstler für Deutschland. The film shows a young boy who is constantly being sucked into and transmuted by the vortex of a complex computer-generated world, which he must navigate through in order to survive. The piece is a metaphor for the self, for the human being, and for the soul, and it is also a meditation on the history of technology and its relationship to human suffering. In the film, the boy is a cyborg, a synthetic being, a computer that can be programmed to perform a variety of actions and be controlled by a human. In the exhibition, he is a living creature that is programmed to perform an action.The installation was divided into two parts: the central part was composed of a large computer screen that displayed a sequence of images of a different nature, a video of a child playing with a toy fire extinguisher and a photograph of the same child standing next to a fire extinguisher. In the video, the child is shown to be holding a toy fire extinguisher in one hand, and the fire extinguisher is in the other hand.

Result #3

A summer day in a small town in the eastern part of the United States was a rare thing for me. The clouds had cleared, the sun was setting, and the sky was clear. The moon was full and clear. I could see the mountains. I could hear the birds. And I could see the sun. It was a beautiful day. The sun was the only thing that was bright. I could see the mountains. The sky was clear. I could hear the birds. The sun was the only thing that was bright. The mountains were clear. I could see the mountains. The sky was clear. I could hear the birds. The sun was the only thing that was bright. But the mountains were not clear. They were dark. And the sky was dark. There was no light, no sound. The sky was cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. And the sky was cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were dark. There was no light, no sound. The sky was cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were dark. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy. The mountains were cloudy.

Result #4

A summer day in a small town near Mönchengladbach, Germany, in 1985, a passerby walking by a black car—the one that was speeding away from him—saw two men standing in the middle of the road. They were walking backward, but their backs were to us. The man noticed the driver was wearing a mask and asked him to identify the identity of the other driver. The man, who spoke German, explained that the driver had been a man from Germany. The man also explained that he had seen the other man wearing a mask and knew that he was a thief. The two men began to walk backward in the same direction, but one of them stopped to look at the other. The other stopped just short of the other and then stopped again. The man from Germany gave the other one a chance to identify himself. The other man then told him that the other man was a thief. The other man then asked the other man if he had seen the other man wearing a mask. The other man replied, Yes, Ive seen him. The other man then asked if the other man was a thief. The other man answered, Yes, he is. And the other man started to walk toward the other. A man in black sat on a bicycle next to the other man in black. The other man leaned over the other and began to whisper, Theres a thief in the other mans room. He said, This is the thief. The other man then pulled out a mask and began to walk toward the other. The other man also pulled out a mask and began to walk toward the other. The other man pulled out a mask and began to walk toward the other. The other man pulled out a mask and began to walk toward the other. The other man then pulled out a mask and began to walk toward the other. A man in a hooded sweatshirt and a hoodie stood next to the other man in black.

Result #5

A summer day in a small town outside Paris, on a breezy, summer-blitzen afternoon, three black-clad men stepped out of a taxi. They were nude, but they were also carrying a collection of small objects: a pair of sunglasses, a cigarette, a ceramic cup, and a piece of paper with the word RETROSPECT inscribed on it. In a corner of the museum, a group of them sat on the floor, smoking cigarettes, while a young man in a bright-green suit stood nearby, looking at the object and gesturing toward the audience. The trio of passersby, who were all young, stood around them, occasionally shaking their heads in a way that made it clear that they understood the meaning of the inscription, which read: Do you think its the right thing to do? . . . Its not for me to tell you what to do, but I do know what to do. The black-clad men in the museum seemed to have been drawn to this scene by the inscription. The young man in the suit stood still, staring at the sculpture, while the others in the museum were looking at the object. With his back turned, he seemed to be looking at the viewer, but then he suddenly turned his head, and his eyes began to look toward the viewer, as if they were looking at his own reflection in the mirror. The three men in the museum, all of them wearing black, were all part of the same group, and they all seemed to be in dialogue with one another, as if they were at the same table. One of them carried a ceramic cup on his head, which he placed on the floor, while another held a cigarette between his teeth. The third was standing on the floor with a piece of paper in his hand. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open.