Somewhere between the fog-kissed pines and the vibrating basslines of Garbicz 2025, das Shining set up camp. Not just to dance (though of course we did), but to open a temporal rift. We brought Slitscan – our immersive installation – and offered it to the swarm.

Imagine this: time bending into stripes, faces melting into liquid echoes, laughter stretched into ghostly geometry. Slitscan doesn’t capture a moment; it stretches it, twists it, lets it breathe. It’s not a photo – it’s a ripple through time.

Hidden in a shadowy corner of the woods, near enough to hear the call of distant kickdrums, far enough to feel like stepping into another layer of the dream – that’s where Slitscan lived. They stepped into the light, and we split them into time.

We’re back now. Forest dust still clinging to our gear. Hearts full. Minds buzzing. Slitscan lives on – not just in frames and files, but in those fleeting glances it revealed. And Garbicz? It’s not a festival. It’s a memory machine. A lucid dream. A collective hallucination we’re lucky to have joined!

Thank you, Garbicz!