As I stepped up the stairs to Halle am Berghain, the defunct power plant turned art space, the air was thick with anticipation. The darkness enveloped me, a sea of faces shrouded in phones, waiting for their eyes to adjust to the dim light. But it's only when you're already inside that you realize you're part of the experience. Pierre Huyghe's Liminals is more than just a film projected on a screen – it's a quantum experiment, a mythological journey, and a terrifying vision.
The room pulsed with vibrations, a gut-wobbling thrum that seemed to reverberate through every cell in my body. The soundscape was like nothing I'd ever experienced: dancing particles, sudden ear-splitting crackles, and a sizzling aural rain that ricocheted everywhere. It was impossible to distinguish what was happening on the screen from what was happening around me.
The film itself was a journey into the unknown, a study in liminality – that threshold state between two worlds. A delicate hand emerged on the screen, not quite human, not quite recognizable as female. The face was a void, a dark cavity that seemed to draw me in. Suddenly, everything tilts and we're faced with an abyss, a roaring, flickering void that threatens to consume us.
As I watched, transfixed, the figure's hands became unnaturally malleable, twisting and curling in ways that defied human anatomy. It was as if they were becoming something else entirely – an avatar, perhaps, or a manifestation of some deeper, quantum reality. The camera dwelled on shapes in the rocks, casting shadows and silhouettes that seemed to take on lives of their own.
It's hard not to think of earlier works by Huyghe, like Untitled (Human Mask) or Untilled, which explored themes of identity and the blurring of boundaries between human and animal. But Liminals is something new, something different – a world that's both boundless and bounded, where the past and present collide in ways that are both beautiful and terrifying.
As I left the Halle am Berghain, the city seemed to stretch out before me like an endless, pulsing entity. The experience of Liminals had lodged itself in my head, refusing to let go. How alive it all was, how unhinging – a feeling that still resonates long after the lights went down and the room fell silent.
The room pulsed with vibrations, a gut-wobbling thrum that seemed to reverberate through every cell in my body. The soundscape was like nothing I'd ever experienced: dancing particles, sudden ear-splitting crackles, and a sizzling aural rain that ricocheted everywhere. It was impossible to distinguish what was happening on the screen from what was happening around me.
The film itself was a journey into the unknown, a study in liminality – that threshold state between two worlds. A delicate hand emerged on the screen, not quite human, not quite recognizable as female. The face was a void, a dark cavity that seemed to draw me in. Suddenly, everything tilts and we're faced with an abyss, a roaring, flickering void that threatens to consume us.
As I watched, transfixed, the figure's hands became unnaturally malleable, twisting and curling in ways that defied human anatomy. It was as if they were becoming something else entirely – an avatar, perhaps, or a manifestation of some deeper, quantum reality. The camera dwelled on shapes in the rocks, casting shadows and silhouettes that seemed to take on lives of their own.
It's hard not to think of earlier works by Huyghe, like Untitled (Human Mask) or Untilled, which explored themes of identity and the blurring of boundaries between human and animal. But Liminals is something new, something different – a world that's both boundless and bounded, where the past and present collide in ways that are both beautiful and terrifying.
As I left the Halle am Berghain, the city seemed to stretch out before me like an endless, pulsing entity. The experience of Liminals had lodged itself in my head, refusing to let go. How alive it all was, how unhinging – a feeling that still resonates long after the lights went down and the room fell silent.