12 out of 45 scanographs of an aerial shot from Ansel Adams, Freeway Interchange, Los Angeles (1967) / 92 x 60 cm each / 2019
published in Weaving In, ZINE zum Klangfestival, 2019.
When I think about globalism, I think about images, icons that were made to make us believe we were going into the right direction. Stories of going far, fast, and expanding.
I think about great distances covered in ridiculous amount of time. A highway is a good symbol for it. It connects point A to point B the fastest it can. concrete infrastructures are less and less constrained by physical landscape, cutting deep into rocks, bridging valleys. It wants to bring together by freeing the way. So we develop networks to convey, to export, to sell, and at whatever costs stay mobile. Because a prosperous society must be a mobile one.
Now that I talk about moving, I wonder how much time have I spent sitting still, speeding across ribbons of roads? Transiting from city A to city B on asphalt parallels, where contact is only accidental.
Pictures, animated myths in our living room, relaying how progressive the monumental lanes are. However, it is rarely acknowledged how boring a road transformed into a highway becomes. Instead, we hear how road networks are the most felt need for socio-economic development in remote areas. Everything has to be accessible, the fastest possible.
The thing about connecting A to B the quickest way, means ignoring what stands in between. You cannot afford to stop; you must focus on speeding. Landscape- turned-to-asphalt. As much as this high-speed progress gives access, it isolates. It cuts off places, to favour others.
Time is money, forget about the scenic roads.
So I weave myself at turbo-pace on monumental lanes that distribute cities. Going through junctions on smog days without interruption.
Weaving on a freeway is described as an undesirable situation, where traffic veering right and left must cross paths within a limited distance, to be able to merge with traffic on the through lane.
On our way to connectivity we simply don’t have time to meet anymore.