Our actual proceeding is rather like throwing sheets into the wind in any direction with the hope one hits a ghost. A ghost that haunts in the middle of us. Only a resonance in between, like a constant movement that neither represents nor mirrors relations of power and their rules and regulations of the body, the space and time. For us, artistic work stands for an invitation not to shy away from responsibility, and a chance to address it. And as we address ourselves in thought, we become more than one. From there on we are able to let our ideas circulate. From a single thread something complex evolves. Every slope connected to the next slope whole after whole. The representation of competence is replaced by a conspiracy of participation.
— deufert +plischke: out-of-the-crisis-into-the-crisis