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Forest of Things

by Manuel Tozzi Opened May 19th, 2021 View 3D Gallery
Poster image for Forest of Things

Statement:

Forest of Things is an audiovisual fairytale by Manuel Tozzi from 2021. For the online exhibition the work is staged in a computer-generated multiplayer environment.

With the sound of birds and water flowing by, the forest of things pretends to be an ecological system rather than uncovering its technological nature. Only one wooden fence, the boundary between the wild forest and the domesticated fields, disturbs the illusion. As it starts moving autonomously, it stops performing its programmed functions. Suddenly it reveals a letter of the alphabet, a hint of its algorithmic system. Because the letter x is used to signify the unknown, the underlying motives in the forest emerge.

As the visitors wander through the space they encounter four characters, who have secluded themselves in the secureness of the thicket. Awakened from their delusions by the miraculous transformation of the fence, they begin to share their concerns about the simulation of nature and the ever-leaking barricades of culture.

Built by Manuel Tozzi & Anton Krümpelmann
Music by Moritz Scharf

Artworks in this room:

Wanderer

Before I knew it, I found myself in this body. Each night I wander through the woods striving to find identity. I found a miraculous mirror, like a book out of fluid pages. all letters started dancing, almost consciously. While reading my face, to make sure that I stayed human, I became a cat trying to imitate its owner now, despite my many lives I feel death waiting, in front of my catdoor. Eternally.

Before I knew it, I found myself in this body. Each night I wander through the woods striving to find identity. I found a miraculous mirror, like a book out of fluid pages. all letters started dancing, almost consciously. While reading my face, to make sure that I stayed human, I became a cat trying to imitate its owner now, despite my many lives I feel death waiting, in front of my catdoor. Eternally.

Maid

There's a cipher running in the woods, quiet and serious along A path has led me to this place who pretends to be, who moves and speaks to me. What brings you here? ye have this illusionary world created? Like the possibilities of an island hidden in the fog. like a cloud, covering the whole country. The wood that grows here burns badly and is odorless. Some of the villagers started building their houses out of it. they will get wet feet at high tide.

There's a cipher running in the woods, quiet and serious along A path has led me to this place who pretends to be, who moves and speaks to me. What brings you here? ye have this illusionary world created? Like the possibilities of an island hidden in the fog. like a cloud, covering the whole country. The wood that grows here burns badly and is odorless. Some of the villagers started building their houses out of it. they will get wet feet at high tide.

Farmhand

These Characters, They move on their own impetus. But I cannot read them, I never learned it. There is hardly any shadow because the trees don't carry leaves. a heated dream, does he let me see these things? That's how I'm subservient in this world which turns into ice if it's infected by a virus. Where do I find this pristine forest you are talking about. Be vigilant, may you be spared by my fate.

These Characters, They move on their own impetus. But I cannot read them, I never learned it. There is hardly any shadow because the trees don't carry leaves. a heated dream, does he let me see these things? That's how I'm subservient in this world which turns into ice if it's infected by a virus. Where do I find this pristine forest you are talking about. Be vigilant, may you be spared by my fate.

Guard

I guard the mill which turns day and night. turns a bit faster as water flows. Gave her a name to fuel my dreams while my greatest nightmares became peaceful to me. Admittedly, the bread from its flour is hollow and insipid but I make good wage. Don't be a fool these walls do not prevent anyone from passing through except those who remain obedient

i guard the mill which turns day and night. turns a bit faster as water flows gave her a name to fuel my dreams while my greatest nightmares became peaceful to me admittedly, the bread from its flour is hollow and insipid but I make good wage. Don't be a fool these walls do not prevent anyone from passing through except those who remain obedient