What happens when time does not pass, but condenses?

When space is not a place, but a state?

“Chambers” is an encounter of dance and deconstructed guitar playing, of closeness, friction, and resonance – fleeting and precise at the same time. Three plastic ice pannels delimit the dance, another frames the musician's field. Movement meets sound, impulse meets echo. In a confined space, a relationship arises – tentative, resistant, resonant. The sound disintegrates and reassembles itself. The body loses its footing and seeks it again. Between harmony and rupture, temporary spaces open up in which proximity becomes possible and disruption becomes fruitful.

Changing locations alter the atmosphere, legibility, and meaning. What remains is the setting – what happens is always new. In this changing structure, “Chambers” makes the unity of space and time physically tangible – not as fixed quantities, but as fluid coordinates that are renegotiated in the moment of the event. A fragile balance emerges between structure and dissolution, isolation and contact, sound and movement.