Mikrofonmenschen
Animation film & collage, c. 15 mins, work-in-progress
Kata yang kehilangan kesepakatan menambal dirinya dengan ludah. Ludah yang kehilangan lidah memuncratkan dirinya dari ujung perangkat tanpa perut. Berbicara untuk banyak. Sebanyak-banyaknya ludah dengan sedikit-dikitnya lidah.
The word that has lost its agreement patches itself up with spit. The spit that has lost its tongue spews itself from the tip of the bellyless device. Speaks for many. As much spit with as few tongues as possible.
This project is inspired by my part-time job of working in the image and content management division of a German news agency. Day in and day out, from the early 6 am shift to the nightshift that ends at 6 am, I watch, record, name, and manage images from different parts of the world, following the hunger and selective taste of the Euro- and U.S.-centric eye, and whatever news be in their capital interest, during that period.
The moving images span everything from live feeds of people on the move crossing heavily militarized borders, to courtrooms’ dealing with celebrities’ abuse cases, to hours-long shots watching the still skies above capital cities of warring nations, to press conferences and world organizations’ meetings of all topics and urgencies, to watching displaced people living under ethnic extermination trying to cook in front of their tents (shot from across the border, of course).
Throughout all of this background work, I start to notice the textures of so-called “democracy”, in who is broadcasted to speak in the name of whom, and who is not asked to speak at all. I start to understand the underlying intricacies of how consent for colonial and capitalist violence is manufactured, through choices of words, through images of representative power, and in the next screen, of the so-called “voiceless”, the masses who scream in hunger for justice, the camera perhaps years or decades too late in its deafness, or the “voiceless” from whom the camera is too far away to really listen.
And, oftentimes inbetween, they shoot just the sky.
In those times my hearing and seeing devices accompany the news workers on the ground and I listen to their cigarette breaks and their small talks, waiting for the “magic moment”.
This film is a work-in-progress, and the collage & poem will be published as a part of awhām Issue #7 - The Mesh Issue in 2026.