WHEN DID WE REALLY
forget that we are far more than we credit ourselves to be?
By chance someone turns up and declares: Whatever I am, you are, too. Whatever I am doing today, do it every day! A gentle awakening is a pleasure lingering between distance and closeness.
In short: with Georg Traber we are on our way.
Where to? To those images that vanish while we are dreaming, what we are dreaming about shortly before waking up. Once more the body bedomes nimble, agile, soaring swiftly high up, a miraculouse feat, depicting as HEINZ does a framework of slender poles knotted together. We follow breathlessly. Without hesitating or wavering. Nothing but a spendid view. Do not wake up yet: HANS straightens up, the MONKEY, reminds us of woods, of swaying branches, of our arms turned short, and looks at us with our own eyes. What games he plays with our forgotten body!
Georg Traber moves, turns himself a dance, carries us beyond our scope:
Suddenly we find ourselves in a reality that we are used to see in images only.
Translation: Andreas Flückiger