Zirkusquartier Zürich

A black circle. A pendulum traces a delicate spiral in white sand. Movement creates patterns, and the patterns become images. The images intertwine, one layering over another: disappearance and emergence. The circle echoes the circus ring, where danger and vulnerability are real. Nothing can be hidden. Everything is there.

Sweat versus glamorous costumes, melodic choruses versus breathless voices, a feeling of unease versus euphoria. Trapeze, electric guitar, electric bass, and drums create a dark pull and merge into an acoustic feast.

A black circle. A pendulum traces a delicate spiral in white sand. Movement creates patterns, and the patterns become images. The images intertwine, one layering over another: disappearance and emergence. The circle echoes the circus ring, where danger and vulnerability are real. Nothing can be hidden. Everything is there.

Sweat versus glamorous costumes, melodic choruses versus breathless voices, a feeling of unease versus euphoria. Trapeze, electric guitar, electric bass, and drums create a dark pull and merge into an acoustic feast.