My name is Lisa. I live on the second floor in a half-empty apartment. In Kreuzberg, in Berlin, in Europe, on planet Earth. I'm in bed with fever. It's nine on a cold Monday evening. I wonder where I will be same time next year. Shadows are creeping across the ceiling. At night I can hear the drunk walking by. I am staring on the screen. Where are you when? My computer is bugging in rainbow colors. Does it try to hypnotize me? Convince me to take a break? Meditate? Call it a day? My computer is one of the rare technical devices partaking in the deceleration movement. Facing the resistance of the transistors all I do is getting distracted. I am doing the dishes. Smoking a cigarette. Starting a Spanish lesson. Repairing my chair. Scrolling on my phone. How do you work? My phone is cursed with hyperactivity. It doesn't listen to me any more. Having too much fun wildly typing nonsense, it is glitching around happily, stretching the surface of the screen or calling my parents in the middle of the night. It is beautiful to watch, like glimpses of Isadora Duncan dancing on youtube. It is out of control and so am I. Whenever I dive too deep into the abyss of new media forlornness, it kindly reminds me of my poor dependence. How do you partake in social activities? An outdated computer, a distorted phone, home alone with the flue. Unable to be efficient, I have to take it as it comes, turn it around, play with it as if it were a little kitten. I want to face the dysfunctional, the interrupted, the distractive, the messy, with all it's glitches and confusions. ------------------------------- This is how far I came until I lost it all. ￼ We're sorry, this content cannot be displayed. Please try again later. I tried. Oh, I tried. But there is no way back. There is no escape. There is no alt-z. How often I catch myself wanting to return one two three some steps. What a misconception in first place. So I get myself together and write it all again. It will never be the same text written in the mania of a feverish moment. But on the other hand I am actually quite surprised that my post-internet brain is capable to reconstruct my thoughts, written in a chaotic, non-linear manner. As an artist I create intersected and interrupted narratives in the form of moving images, performed actions and scenographic objects. I'll be working on two projects within AIRO. The first one is an Instagram channel based on a protocol - have a look at instagram.com/a_blindspot_collection The second work is a close look to a series of notes I have been making the last years. In the context of my hyper-medial distraction, these notes revolve around the feeling of being lost in-between the parameters of space, time and identity. They are the basis for a new video piece and will be assembled on twitter at twitter.com/lsh40928848 Some of my work is shown at lshhhh.net. see you.