Rest & Riot
Rest&Riot is an olfactory installation, that occupies the Miriam Makeba auditorium inside Haus der Kulturen der Welt transforming it into a space for rest, contemplation, and reimagination through sound and scent. Abanicos, standing fans, and scent recreate a gentle sea breeze, a stimulating pathway towards remembrance and connectivity, and an immersive moment to ruminate sensorially on oceans as contextual and contested spaces, isolating and uniting people around the world.
“Ausente de mis playas rumorosas” or “Absent from my murmuring beaches” the concoction of multiple sea accords has become a soothing excercise on remembrance and proximity, as if every new composition opened up a portal, transatlantic, transtemporal, bringing me closer to my island and my people.
I love that the fans diffuse the scent, they remind me of drifting away in my grandmother’s house or waiting eternally at a governmental office, the ac has been dead for years and time takes another consistency, more melao and less sand.
These fans together as in a chorus generate an oceanic breeze and their sound also takes you to the shore.
This composition blends the potent aroma of sargasso algae with fresh green cilantro leaves, coconut pulp, and other subtle saline notes.
The installation took place as part of Bwa Kayiman—Tout Moun se Moun, I
Rest&Riot is an olfactory installation, that occupies the Miriam Makeba auditorium inside Haus der Kulturen der Welt transforming it into a space for rest, contemplation, and reimagination through sound and scent. Abanicos, standing fans, and scent recreate a gentle sea breeze, a stimulating pathway towards remembrance and connectivity, and an immersive moment to ruminate sensorially on oceans as contextual and contested spaces, isolating and uniting people around the world.
“Ausente de mis playas rumorosas” or “Absent from my murmuring beaches” the concoction of multiple sea accords has become a soothing excercise on remembrance and proximity, as if every new composition opened up a portal, transatlantic, transtemporal, bringing me closer to my island and my people.
I love that the fans diffuse the scent, they remind me of drifting away in my grandmother’s house or waiting eternally at a governmental office, the ac has been dead for years and time takes another consistency, more melao and less sand.
These fans together as in a chorus generate an oceanic breeze and their sound also takes you to the shore.
This composition blends the potent aroma of sargasso algae with fresh green cilantro leaves, coconut pulp, and other subtle saline notes.
The installation took place as part of Bwa Kayiman—Tout Moun se Moun, I
