
The Immanent Transcendence in Mascha Schilinski’s ‘Sound of Falling’
Mascha Schilinski’s Sound of Falling operates in the language of the unconscious, which is the language of the dead. The viewer must invite the dead into each present moment.

Mascha Schilinski’s Sound of Falling operates in the language of the unconscious, which is the language of the dead. The viewer must invite the dead into each present moment.

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