Photographer and Senior Designer Robert Götzfried.
Hesiod’s and our races of gold, silver, bronze and iron.
And this intermixture of the iron with the silver and the bronze with the gold will engender unlikeness and an unharmonious unevenness, things that always beget war and enmity wherever they arise.
All scenes were filmed with a Canon 5D and a 100mm macro lens using space sounds recorded by NASA.
In October 2014, the Eurpean Space Agency’s (ESA) Rosetta Plasma Consortium discovered that comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko was, in effect, singing. That strange sound was sampled and remixed by sound designer and musician Clemens Haas, and in turn, visualized in a new video by Berlin-based fluid artist Susi Sie.
In Macrocosm, Sie shoots and edits together a series of black-and-white microscopic shots using a Canon 5D and 100mm macro lens, combining the visuals with the mysterious recording.
“The comet seems to be emitting a ‘song’ in the form of oscillations in the magnetic field in the comet’s environment,” ESA announced at the time. It is being sung at 40-50 millihertz, far below human hearing, which typically picks up sound between 20 Hz and 20 kHz. To make the music audible to the human ear, the frequencies were been increased for this recording.
“Inspired by the spherical and mysterious space sounds recorded by NASA, [I made] textural microscopic film studies of natural forms, created entrancing floating images by mixing ink and water to visualize a personal interpretation of a macrocosm,” says Sie. “Macrocosm and microcosm refers to a vision of cosmos where the part (microcosm) reflects the whole (macrocosm) and vice versa.”5 hearts
Butterfly Collectors + Obeson: Hidden Files + ORKA + Casa del Mirto.
Thus the Trojans in the city, scared like fawns, wiped the sweat from off them and drank to quench their thirst, leaning against the goodly battlements, while the Achaeans with their shields laid upon their shoulders drew close up to the walls.
But stern fate bade Hector stay where he was before Ilius and the Scaean gates. Then Phoebus Apollo spoke to the son of Peleus saying, “Why, son of Peleus, do you, who are but man, give chase to me who am immortal?
Have you not yet found out that it is a god whom you pursue so furiously?
You did not harass the Trojans whom you had routed, and now they are within their walls, while you have been decoyed hither away from them.
Me you cannot kill, for death can take no hold upon me.”