Heartthrob wig. The contested topologies
group exhibition at Kate, Nieuw & Meer
along Hayden Daughtry
Ingemar Kleine Koerkamp @ingiepingietje
Clara Florke @c.florke
the floor locations installation from me is titled after captain beefheart’s song “A Carrot Is As Close As Rabbit Gets To A Diamond”
with a 1:35 sound recording playing every 5 minutes
with excerpts from TV show “Sick Sad World” from the animated series “Daria” and many many samples of hypnotic repertoire
Having enough of the looped doomed TV program jabber Kenny is on his way to witness an everlasting autobiographical scene of his own aligned by the Cupid’s fatal arrow aimed at the Bat in its dolly castle to bring the end of the repertoire
the documentation excerpts from my graduation piece “blown fall out of the window with a probability of counting on the flight” at the Gerrit Rietveld Academie in 2024, Amsterdam
installation set and text from the tape recording written by me
sound by Nikita Proshkin @gez313317
read by Jósef Urbański @joziourbanski
regards to all the friends who participated in construction to raise it from different corners.
The leading motif lies in the attempt to predispose the presence through absence. The missing of the dweller in the room is supposedly set in the way of jumping out of the window shortly before the viewer’s arrival. The only leading evidence is in the lively odorous haunting suspense that seeps through, as a left behind still life of the bursted out belongings and a troubling claustrophobic sound recording that shoots jabber marathon of the remnant voice mails where ponderings and inclinations of the protagonist converge to his deed. Cause of the disappearance remains unknown yet proposes the dialectics between suicide and a grown-out conviction of the ability to fly. The requisite offers and sheds the most scrutinising clue and the possibility of reading the incident by means of the phenomenology and symbolic connotations, ceaselessly inscribed in the equation knotted in the space by its contents. The physical surrounding substances, reflecting and portraying in code…
*material to be extended in revelation
the documentation excerpts from my graduation piece “blown fall out of the window with a probability of counting on the flight” at the Gerrit Rietveld Academie in 2024, Amsterdam
installation set and text from the tape recording written by me
sound by Nikita Proshkin @gez313317
read by Jósef Urbański @joziourbanski
regards to all the friends who participated in construction to raise it from different corners.
The leading motif lies in the attempt to predispose the presence through absence. The missing of the dweller in the room is supposedly set in the way of jumping out of the window shortly before the viewer’s arrival. The only leading evidence is in the lively odorous haunting suspense that seeps through, as a left behind still life of the bursted out belongings and a troubling claustrophobic sound recording that shoots jabber marathon of the remnant voice mails where ponderings and inclinations of the protagonist converge to his deed. Cause of the disappearance remains unknown yet proposes the dialectics between suicide and a grown-out conviction of the ability to fly. The requisite offers and sheds the most scrutinising clue and the possibility of reading the incident by means of the phenomenology and symbolic connotations, ceaselessly inscribed in the equation knotted in the space by its contents. The physical surrounding substances, reflecting and portraying in code…
Excerpt from a written voicemail script (tape recorded and looped):
Copy. Clock states AM. Closing time’s chapter shores are reached. The inside aligns the Fata Morgana the outside. The trajectory of two ends is a scenario of a duel. Two trains have taken their way off from punkts A & B right on the course of each other’s direction. Estimate calculation of the hour they crash into each other is equalized to the semantics of weather forecasting of our no tomorrow. Pocket tools for that: four tracks on the compass’ bosom, four nature elements and a four dots drop on the side of the dice. Four crossed arrows form a handshake. The deal is sealed. Over
i bopped in my studio after a whole day of train and some Hegel & stumbled upon a small squared canvas left alone in the zaal
first time of painting in one go this upper “ice flames against skin. gas stove flower brooch” oil on canvas
lower one - soon on view & embedded in a “scene” in the Hague
transformative piece made initially for the occasion of the minute ago “46 folding chairs” group show held at @puntwg
a dress reconstructed in order to expose&mask the chair’s functionality. it reminds of building a doll out of flower with lighting the petals with lightbulbs in order to see the veins.
subjecting the color’s charisma with hints of blooming-grinning “flowers of evil” of Baudelaire denoted by the false teeth biting the plastic flower, fur collar resembling an entity or negative space and whiskers of glass, tin and vanilla bean. a folded brochure set under the glass frame is from a 2019 milestone exhibition of Estonian artist Jaan Toomik. it’s folded in such way that the title “my end is my beginning and my beginning is my end” is up front yet slightly abbreviated. structure the title beholds is reinterpreted here to refer this vocative direction to the shape of spiral positioning of the 46 chairs in the space. The title also draws a line to the equational relation of the “units” within the amounted T-shirts, whereas the size of the glass frame with a brochure accurately coincides with the size of a folded tee. the gesture of folded T-shirts is familiar to some who treat the chair as *in jest pedestal holding them
self-portrait in the air armoured in gleeful protection with repertoire keyboard and safety gold paper wristbands.
power of creation & imaginary sword capturing inner stamina
клейстер&клевер
room-grown sunset of yet another home-brewed scenography chapter.
time to pull out the tumble weed suit. the sprung up suite of a bumblebusy (it’s easy with kiezen)
