Partituur: In the story I am the star. My phone is my hero.
(Footsteps, sounds of the city. Mix with Machinenoises and violins. documentarymusic.)
Machine: Andy?
Andy: Yes?
Machine: You can talk now.
(short break.)
Andy: I think I just fell asleep. Need a drink.
Machine: Shall we continue please.
Andy: I think I dreamed.
Machine: That’s good. Dreams are good.
Andy: It was about him.
Machine: Oh? Well…
Andy: Yes. He was in my dream.
Machine: You want to talk about it?
Andy: He was dressed, wearing costumes. And I had to take pictures of him.
Machien: How nice. Shall we continue?
Andy: OK. Sorry. He’s outside. I see him walking. It’s a beautifull day. Looking quit relaxed. Crossing a street. Trees. Public Art.
Machine: Go on.
Andy: He went outside. Took his camera with him. He likes art.
Machine: Very good. Continue.
Andy: Always takes his camera with him.
Machine: Excellent.
Andy: He’s a real artist himself, is he?
Machine: (orders.) Stand still.
Andy: Is he a professional or an amateur?
Machine: Doens’t make any difference to me. (orders.) Moove on.
Andy: Is he looking for something or somebody? Is he going home?
Machine: To many questions.
Look at his collection, his favorites.
His identity growes, is makeable, expands every day.
He’s becoming an archive, he piles up.
Come closer.
(soft music. documentary style. very attractive.)
Andy: A collection of mobile phones in different colours.
(click)
Two boys sharing one screen.
(click)
People posing.
(click)
Calling.
(click)
In a train. Two girls.
(click)
People in cars.
(click)
On the street.
(click)
In parks.
(click)
Hotelrooms with several screens at night.
(Click)
Isolation.
(click)
Bedrooms.
(click)
Another bedroom.
(click)
Kitchens with televisions.
(click)
Screens on the street. Making funny faces. Having fun.
Machine:
He started taking pictures of buildings, years ago.
Then, after a while, he mooved slowly from buildings to persons.
He went inside.
From stones to bodies.
From walls to skin.
Windows became eyes.
