Just by Årsta square is a place that makes Stockholm’s best falafel. It’s one of the sons birthday. He’s turning eight. He sits quietly, giggling on the other side of the table. We meet so that Anji and Amjad’s children can ask everything they want to know about Palestine. They have in fact never been there. They don’t believe their parents stories.
The camera captures a post-apocalyptic ground, a virgin site. Searching for humanity after the contemporary condition has ended - a state easily colonized by human after-acts. The focus wonders over forms that seem to live outside familiar categorizations. Do we see a human, an animal, a machine, a woman, a piece of rock? The documented material shows a time when the one who's usually expected to answer is absent. In her video work Beatrice Orlandi shows otherworldliness as a geological era, an environmental transcendence over humanity.
A fenced off nature reserve in an old mine is a strange combination. Who is claiming the space besides the 1400 species that has returned since the mining stopped? The view of it is surely gained by the inhabitants of Sweden’s first gated-community. Perhaps the place could belong to everyone living in the homes constructed by the cement produced by the extracts from the mine. Or is it reserved for a future tribe?
The same wind that creates resistance also gives a lift.
They were full of empty zones.
He could see around hollow corners.
As soon as she handled the ground
it disappeared or floated around.
It had no borders no race, but there had been a lot of space.
The ruins were a construct, they played on our immediate love for the desolate, for the seemingly post-apocalyptic, but the people who mill about there, to them it is all but romantic, we are the aliens in this scene, we collect and prod, climb up the highest stairs to survey what strange place we have landed in. Measure and document, collecting samples.
The end of the world has already happened
Countless times before.
Sometimes its occurrence goes by unnoticed
A gentle breeze from an unfamiliar origin
A slight drop in air pressure
An increase in temperature
A birdsong out of season
The cries of an unsettled cat
And the world ends in loneliness
It’s easy to lose one’s temporal orientation. Is this place under construction or under demolition? Are we in a ruin or are we standing in the middle of a construction site for the future? Or has everything been frozen at the point just prior to a collapse?
I was drawn to the tension in the dual perspective of the place. On one hand concrete facts about its materialisation, but at the same time the visual summons the imagination; daydreams which inscribe another story into the quarry. what people created this place? how did they live their lives? how did they relate to each other?