But what is DAU?

But what is DAU? Is it an exhibition? Is it an immersive performance? Is it the haunted house in a fun fair? Is it fun, even? Is it entertainment? Is it a family trip to Disneyland or a school visit to Auschwitz? Is it trying to tell us something? Is it pedagogic or dogmatic? It is ostalgia cinema? Is it trying to sell us something? Is it longing for a bygone era? Is it trying to mourn something? Is it pro-Stalin or pro-Solzhenitsyn? Is it none of these things, is it nothing? Is it all fake or much too real? Is it crazy and criminal? Is it scientific and medical? Is it chaotic or controlling? Is it sexy or disgusting? Is it a cocktail party? A secret society? Is it a slap on the head or a caress? Is it here to help? Is it a head shaved with a blunt razor or a lovely visit to the barber? Is it reality or fiction? Is it a revolution?

DAU doesn’t give answers, it asks questions. DAU makes you wait and rushes you, it sucks you in then kicks you out, it doesn’t want you to feel comfortable and the minute you do, the minute you get it, it lies to you. DAU is criminal when the situation demands it, it is angelic and perverse like only babies can be, it defies your authority and just when you submit to its rules tells you there are no rules, only hypotheses. DAU is an experiment in physics, different with each presence, with no hope of neutrality. DAU is anything but neutral, beige, bland, it is a scandal, it is caviar served in tin bowls, white noise over a pure clear voice, cold concrete seats and artistic masterpieces, pure love and senseless violence. DAU debunks all the myths and forgos all the taboos. DAU is vulgar and animal but so are you.

DAU has sex with you and then never returns your calls but it was such good sex that you don’t regret. DAU makes you drink and then throw up your guts and then holds your hair while you do. DAU undresses you and watches you dance naked and tells you you’re beautiful. DAU is a stranger and your mother, it is a priest and a prostitute, it feeds you and then sucks your soul while you’re sleeping. It is a ghost, a vampire, a zombie, it is counter culture at its most scary, it is a freak show, a zoo that locks you up and exhibits you for zero money. DAU is a monster and a philosopher, it is an ugly flower and a scavenger of beauty. DAU confuses, confronts and refuses to conform but sometimes comforts. DAU takes you in its arms and rocks you and walks with you to a new world. Let it. Don’t resist.

DAU terrifies you, admit it. What is DAU, you ask. What is death? Do you ask that? What is life? How do you dare ask that? Do you ask what is sex? What is God? Do you ask your gods what their purpose is? Do you demand a system of them? Do you know what a system is, even? Do you prefer to depend on answers or take matters into your own hands? Do you expect the seas to open when you enter them? Do you think you’re stronger? Do you perhaps need a reminder that you are not the master? Do you ask why you’re not in power? Do you prefer freedom or power? Do you ask what it means to discover? Do you want to know the destination and the trajectory before you even set off? Do you expect fear to disappear? Do you always ask for the impossible in life? You should. DAU will give it to you, and more than you ever asked for.