Lukas Marxt

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  • 2022 | L11-LB_Y-1792 Assembly Kit
  • 2022 | TEST PIT LOG (I’m gonna realize)
  • 2022 | ENCLOSURE III (I’m gonna explode)
  • 2022 | Marine Target
  • 2022 | Loading Pit_revised
  • 2022 | Ein Haiku über die Passsteinstrasse
  • 2021 | Sehr gepflegt und gut gelegen
  • 2020 | Imperial Irrigation
  • 2019 | Ralfs Farben
  • 2019 | Loading Pit
  • 2018 | Victoria
  • 2018 | Imperial Valley (cultivated run-off)
  • 2017 | Shadowland
  • 2017 | Fishing is not done on Tuesdays
  • 2017 | Current Shot 02
  • 2016 | Echoes from the Sky
  • 2016 | Cape Ground
  • 2016 | Circular Inscription
  • 2015 | Wunderschoen und ruhig gelegen
  • 2015 | Diagonale Trailer
  • 2015 | Captive Horizon
  • 2014 | Black Rain White Scars
  • 2014 | Double Dawn
  • 2013 | Two Skies
  • 2013 | High Tide
  • 2013 | Low Tide
  • 2013 | Reign of Silence
  • 2012 | It Seems To Be Loneliness But It Is Not
  • 2012 | Nella Fantasia
  • 2011 | Rising Fall
  • 2010 | Black Beauty
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Low Tide | 03:14 min | 2013

A glacier. Icebergs. Floating icebergs. Cold fog gliding through
the folds since eras. There is not much to see. As there is hardly
something. Actually nothing. One speaks of polar bears and goes
ashore only armed. One speaks of the cold and goes below. But
actually there is only water. An element in variation. Water, ice
and fog. Can you see anything? Something different? I don’t think
so. That deep woods of millenium trees stood here. That here,
under the northern lights, warm freshwater played. And now the
ice? Cyclops? The glaciers glide and break, it is said, they sing.
A seeker once sang a song from high mountains,
Seeked where the most biting wind blows.
Became a glacier roaming ghost.
Ghosts, melodies, tides, actually. It is calving.
(Sebastian Koth)