💧If everything looks different now, will it ever sound the same again?💧
It flows. It overflows. It spills. It drips. It splashes. It flows into the lock, echoing. It dies down. The Oder River in the center of Wrocław is a constant accumulation and decline—a treacherous whirlpool and a lazy backwater. Washing the walls and soaking the grass. An element shackled by hydroregulatory chains, or perhaps an organic network stretched between districts. Looking at the map, it is difficult to say whether it was man who directed the flow of water, or whether the water itself chose this shape as it flowed into the city.
𝗖𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶 at the invitation of Bulvary will listen carefully to this special part of Oder. We invite you to listen with us – with both your ears and your feet, without getting even your toes wet.
We will map the areas washed by the river, stretching between the Old Town and Nadodrze, from under the Pomorskie and Mieszczański bridges. We will also let the sounds flow through the raw, liminal spaces along the boulevard – seemingly safely hidden from the river behind glass, steel, and concrete. Let them merge with the water rushing through pipes not yet put into use. Let them drip with echoes, like stalactites.
