I like listening. I like listening to how my thoughts run, to experience vibrations that are heard "inside" but not "outside". I like listening to how thoughts behave, go in a circle, fill in the mental space. And it's very close to phenomena of acoustic behavior. This "external world", like the "internal" one, is full of hidden impulses: stories that I always wanted to amplify, make into perceptible, material, tangible waves, to experience their behavior. The strategy of "Unter der Kuppel hervor" is a strategy of a space-filter that strengthens or spreads some "stories" and reduces or splits others.

This is somehow a metaphor for life under the arch in the broadest sense of the word: in the vault of a building, in the vault of a country, in the vault of culture, in the vault of heaven, in the vault of own thoughts. This is a metaphor of life's "run, a metaphor of perpetual motion, enhanced by the space-dome ... of the sound generated by the gong. "... is a searching of a mirage, the stubborn desire to catch it and fix it" (Maurice Bejart).