A typewriter, a telephone and an ever-increasing number of bouncing balls make a bureaucrat’s daily work torture. As dutifully and accurately as clockwork, he completes more and more tasks at an ever-quickening pace. The boundaries between man and machine seem to blur, and the pattern of the balls becomes a metaphor for one man’s struggle to do one thing above all else within his soul-destroying work life: function.
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“Matthias Romir’s Buster Ballmaschine was particularly impressive” (Kaskade, European Juggling Magazine)
“Ballmaschinenmenschen is as though Kraftwerk wrote libretto and score” (Nürnberger Nachrichten)