juggling makes me experiment. if the experiments are working, great! if they don’t work, great! - the patterns that happen by chance have their own beauty and significance.
am i the juggler or do i get juggled?
the balls are growing inside my head – how many fit inside?
complex ball-pyramids are constructed , only to be destroyed in time. stars are colliding, quantums are fluctuating and after the big bang there comes the big crunch...it doesn't matter...now...just now the light is shining, the stage is black, my skin is sweaty, the balls are laying on the floor and someone in the audience is coughing.
„entropía“ is a virtuoso, minimal, meditative, ecstatic, metaphorical juggling solo in a melancholic atmosphere mixed with glimpses of hope.