Its a jumble out there
The roaring sonorous boom of white noise separates into deep, regular thuds, and above it the croak of frogs or the alarm calls of unseen jungle birds. There are disco squelches and native drums. These sounds are all human heartbeats. Visitors can make their own contribution by having their heart rhythms recorded by white coated technicians in booths off the main space. Christian Baltanski collected over 15,000 individual recordings. One day these beating hearts will all belong to the dead. One might also imagine that the visitors who make it to the island in the future have yet to be born.
He deals in traces rather than ghosts, with shadows and lists, photographs of the dead and piles of old clothes. His art, ultimately, is a memorial to nothing, to everyone and no one.
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