Day 13: just like the other weekend, something has come to a close. The theme is still there, like a lingering note, but only the occasional gallery-goer pops in. Not that it doesn’t count; on the contrary, it’s most rewarding to meet somebody from outside one’s own circles.
A special thanks to Sigrid and her father – for good company, a beautiful flower arrangement, and for the drawings you shared!
A long-awaited rain has soaked the ground. The soil is fertilized, the sky is clearing. The inside / outside theme transforms through the day, in dialogue continuously carried on from one visitor to another; forming a braid, where the strands are concepts such as abstraction, resonance, gravity… A dialogue where words don’t dictate, but detect; where there is no right or wrong, only truth.
What fits between representation and abstraction? I don’t know yet… is it the gift of flying?
Thank you – Kennet, Johanna, Cecilia, Hannes and others!
Until now, the green chairs have been choreographed freely, from the interactions of each new day. But in fact, they are a partial remake of Karin Lindström Kolterud’s project “the Situation”, which deals with the many-layered concept of loneliness… This morning, before opening, I place the chairs according to one of suggested set-ups from the project. I then assign a theme for this day: “from inside / from outside”, preparing the re-arrangement of works accordingly. Then, I open the doors for today’s visitors…
By the end of the day, I have (among many other things) received a precious gift: a void. Thank you, Michael!
Day 9: the energy flow of yesterday has turned to ebb; but a reflection, an echo still lingers. I want to cherish those insights, suggestions, the good will… carefully beginning to handle the material once more – but it takes another direction with this new day’s visitors; generating thoughts on yardsticks and astral travels; Byzantium and the (lacking) illusion of depth in images; religious hatred, norm shifts and the beginning of life. No Ariadne’s thread to follow, perhaps, but still ‘to be continued’…
A day with no major changes; unknown visitors offering personal comments; a quiet, candid day. And then, an evening when everything is turned around – a new space, suddenly. Followed by a peer-to-peer feedback session; a wealth of experience and perspectives. Thank you, Agnieszka and Auli, Esmé and Andrea – from the core of my heart, thank you! I’m at a loss for words.
“Läget” (“the Situation”), draft by Karin Lindström Kolterud p.1
“Läget” (“the Situation”), draft by Karin Lindström Kolterud p.2
Day 7: Reset, start anew… I cannot move the large canvases on my own, so they’ll have to stay set for the time being. Everything else goes back into the storage space – only the armchair and the folding chairs remain. They aren’t my artworks; they are my coworkers. The pea-green chairs are a low-budget remake of “the Situation” – a project highlighting loneliness, by Karin Lindström Kolterud. Karin herself shows up, and gives some valuable suggestions on how to choreograph the bulk of chairs in relation to the paintings.
At 3pm, a visitor arrives from Cambridge – via zoom – and takes a tour through the whole set-up in my cellphone.
From yesterday’s elderly artlovers – partly somewhat blasé – a sudden turn to younger minds. Distance yields for active involvement; action alternates with reflection. Ebb, and flow… Today, the process seems to have reached a node – not coming to a close, but to a resting point. Tomorrow, the beginning of another week.
Saturday is opening day at the other artspaces in the block… and for the first time, there’s the occasional visitor who shows no sign of interest; just another stop on their round, a quick glance with a connoisseur’s glasses on, before heading to the next gallery… But there’s been other kinds of encounters, too – between laughter and (almost) tears. The prolonged view. Paying homage to a worn-out blanket. Aesthetics and/or sincerity? Thank you, Lena, Birgitta, and all of you whose names I don’t know!
In the morning, I had a visiting group of students from the art class that I’ve shared the last weeks with, and their teachers. As I asked them to find an inherent theme when rearranging the material, they responded with an almost wordless collaboration – and a spontaneous installation from fabrics, tape and paper cups. Over the next hours, pairs of visitors kept dropping in… exchanging thoughts about space, body matters and grandkids; about Daniel Buren and giving up control; and the pleasing state of being banal.