Forty-five minutes of pure and endless turning: as he spins he speaks, and as he speaks he denies, denies everything which the piece could possibly be conceived to be „about“. But it isn’t as simple as this, or even as simply novel as writing a charity cheque whilst twirling. Isolated yet connected, impotent yet well-meaning, full of physics and rhyme. What he does show us is that training matters, and we can achieve great feats − even absurd ones − through practice and persistence (such wonderful fabrications include large bridges, ballet, economics); what he does show is a grasping of the concept and sweat together in one fist. „Is the artistic good any good or is it the most worthless good of all?“
Review by Sasha Amaya for Viereinhalb Sätze.