In juggling the flying objects seem connected by an invisible thread; the same kind on which these stories are threaded, in which someone strings pinned spiders in a chain, someone else is carried through a dark forest in a box. Then there is the strand of muscles and intestines from which flows a red scarf that a girl wears round her neck. Mysterious, uncanny goings-on – seemingly insane, but quite normal.

Carolin Weidner