For this, I played many invisible roles by completely renovating and cleaning the room, making the perfect book, and texting all the time. Using this immaculate huge white space, with a window open to let some fresh air come to enable the spectator to see the only forgetting thing in the room, an empty churchy book on the edge. The guide is called by a liberal case «Why surfers should be fed?”. This title came up around a drink between John Rawls and Phillip van Parijs discoursing the universal income «and what about the most selfish guy?». Now I get why I adored skaters, like surfers, like we try to embrace the world, with a lot of elegance, and taking the good wave. To let an open door for the viewer to something else, a telephone number is kissed somewhere in the book. If you called it, you would receive three messages. One is as poetry about the sunset, and later you got a mysterious appointment. I received approximately 300 calls, and because of a storm, 20 people came, and saw the most beautiful site of Düsseldorf a cooling tower, generating artificial tropical rain, where they got simultaneously the same and last SMS.
At the art academy, the long corridor on the ground floor leads to a dancing room out of line. Why is this becoming so obvious as you enter? Because behind the doors of room 004 there is nothing but emptiness. Yet, instead of this emptiness, you should find a piece of art by Yaël Kempf. Visitors, seemingly irritated, would only notice after close inspection, that the room title « Open it » refers to a book lying in a lonely corner of the windowsill. When leafing through the pages, a hint finally appears: “Call me”. If you dial the number given, a voice on the other side of the line says: “Hello, I will send you a text message, have a nice day.” And indeed, shortly after, a cryptic poem appears on your screen via SMS requesting you to appear at a place with specific coordinates at a precise time. The digital paper chase can begin.
Originally published in THE DORF