Every 66 years a cicada emerges from deep in the ground and climbs up a tree to shed its skin there. It’s been like this forever. But this time it’s different …

New York City, one early morning in 1959: a chicken turns a corner, passes a dumbfounded pedestrian, climbs up the stairs to an apartment, knocks on the door with its beak and, after a short wait, is admitted.

A room with a balcony. The sun is shining. A woman misses a man.

After life has ended, humans enter the sphere of eternity – memories mingle with the unpredictable. Other people, animals and mythical creatures appear.

“It’s like Kamasutra meets Industrial Robotics,” British video artist Chris Cunningham commented, probably delivering the most accurate description of his erotic music video for Björk’s “All Is Full of Love”.

Animal-human hybrids drag wheelbarrows filled with collected finds through post-apocalyptic urban ruins.

Five lean figures are standing on a concrete platform hovering somewhere in some universe. Their co-existence literally becomes a balancing act.

To lead or to be lead? To dominate or to be dominated? A soldier and an activist are dancing a slow tango together.

Arnold occasionally wonders whether the world he lives in is really real and whether his life is really his. What if the world is just a stage setting?

For a brief moment we become witnesses of the Last Supper, watching Jesus and his disciples eat, dance, argue and quarrel, before they … shush … freeze to become a static painting again.

The world a ball of wool. Nature a piece of knitting. Just don’t pull the end of the thread!

Music is rhythm, vibration, pure emotion. But what are emotions? And why do we experience them physically?

For this experimental work, Thorsten Fleisch exposed thousands of sheets of light-sensitive photo paper to electric discharges of 30,000 volts.

Carefully executed actions hold this world together, following their own inner logic in constant repetition and uniformity: two large, gentle creatures in black and white plant trees.

A party on the block. Teenagers twitching and jerking to the monotonous drone of techno beats. An ice cream stand bobbing to the beat, too. And then the bungee jumping from the roof of a nearby high rise begins.

A film-game, inspired by Ludwig Wittgenstein’s quote, “What prevents me from supposing that this table either vanishes or alters its shape when no one is observing it (…)?”.