Cars meander through the streets,
rumbling to avoid potholes
– hear.
Exhaust fumes infect the purifying air,
chronically spread the sooty scent
– smell.
Tongue gently caressed by inhalation,
searches in vain for sweetness that caresses
– taste.
Dreary houses always grayer,
gaze to the sky erases the sadness
– see.
Icy winds blow through the alleyways,
frosty, poking man, woman and child
– feel.
clouded pleasures lurk in the quarter
open an imaginary door for us
– 6th sense
Here, where the working class once spent the night, where vacancies are still present, where garbage on the streets and a rough tone sometimes cause displeasure, we have embarked on a journey of pleasure. For as much as the image of the neighborhood may seem tarnished to the outside world, it also conceals an intrinsic (!) form of enjoyment.
By bringing together six artists and three local creatives over a period of five months, we initiated a theoretical-practical dialog about a sunny mountain of sensual pleasures that is worth discovering with joy.
In three stages, two artists explored one of the six senses at a time. Their work was accompanied by three documentarians from the fields of music, journalism and design/photography.
Whether culinary, intervention, performance, installation or tour – we made the Sonnenberg visible and tangible with all the senses.