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Als der Bruder meiner Mutter geboren wurde, duftete es nach wilden Birnenblüten vor dem braungebrannten Sims

Rist's well-developed technique of mixing the personal, the pop and the mass cultural are distilled in this short work. Against a backdrop of tranquil Swiss alpine scenes, a small window presents a graphic record of human birth. This sequence, unsentimentally depicting what has historically symbolized female difference and power, insistently draws attention from the contemplative natural views beyond. The visual confrontation is suggestive of the ways in which different kinds of images are mystified through representation.

Sound: Heinz Rohrer, Pipilotti Rist.