Author: helenahildur

Market/Supermarket 2010

art

Three days of art party at Kulturhuset, in the very heart of Stockholm; artist-run Supermarket Art Fair.
During the same three days, commercial prestige galleries have had their own fair, Market, at the Royal Academy of Art.
Visiting the two fairs, one can easily sense the difference. “We all want to have our art on Market, but we want to hang around at Supermarket“, one artist said; meaning – I guess – that all artists want to make big money and at the same time have a lot of fun, although there seems to be a choice between the two.
Who’s choice, then?

Maybe it’s not primarily about money and/or fun.
To me, the difference was rather the one between art represented as an individual expression and art happening as a social or communicative event.

If so, there is a complementarity, not a choice.

  • http://www.supermarketartfair.com/
  • http://www.market-art.se/

    • along the road

    art, beauty, time-out

    Today, the atmospherical sea is all white, as if coagulated light, and full of movement.

    Snow is knee-high in the fields, sometimes up to the thigh. A little less in the woods. In settled areas, it turns the cars, roadsigns and railings – the very streets – into organic sculpture, emphasizing the spatiality of all things.

    I need not borrow the eyes of Goethe or Wittgenstein. But I would have enjoyed their company in this surrounding whiteness.

    By the way, I am now – to my great surprise and joy – coordinator at the Nomadic University for Art, Philosophy and Enterprise in Europe. Whatever artistic faculties I possess, I will bring them into the process.

    brief stay in Turku

    beauty, time-out

    Going on a one-day trip to Åbo/Turku to see Bengt and Kim for a good day’s work. I walk along the Aura river from the harbour, pass the castle following the old Castle street to the marketplace and cathedral square.

    Weather has been less cold for a while now, at times even damp; since days, hoarfrost is building on any surface that isn’t covered with snow. Trees like birds ruffled up in down covering, sheltered in darkness.

    In Kim’s company, I experience the city by ear. It becomes an instrument, resounding people’s feet and voices, cars and church-bells and doors opening and shutting; all sounds muffled, all corners softened by the snow.

    Interplay at the ECP III

    art, recent work

    Early Saturday morning; la Gioconda smiles at me from the shower curtain.

    Yesterday, two more nomads of the Nomadic University generously accepted to join the performance, so now only the Arabic voice is missing.

    The ECP session begins at 9 am. After a week or more with overcast sky, the sun shines in through the large side window at Artisten. A loose in the programme; I take the opportunity to call for an Arabic speaking person in the audience, and yes – there is actually one.  He accepts to participate. By now, there are quite a number of persons involved – all open, generous, sincere and courageous.

    Interplay at the ECP II

    art, recent work

      preparations; stretching the fabric, attaching plummets and placing the screens onstage

    The venue for this session is Artisten, Academy of Music and Drama at Gothenburg University.

    I spend Thursday night and early Friday morning checking out material conditions; there are eight screens measuring 1,15 x 2,90 metres available – splendid! the black sheets will fit perfectly on them.
    And the plummets will hang from plastic pipes nailed to the top edges. Anders, technician at Artisten, provides me with everything I need, and preparations run smoothly.
    But then there’s the human factor. We will need some time to rehearse. And in fact, I do not know who will read the Italian, Finnish and Arabic versions yet. Or, if the Russian voice will arrive in time tomorrow.

    As Tooticky points out, ‘everything is very insecure… which is exactly what soothens me’.

    Interplay at the ECP I

    art, recent work

    backstage at Artisten, Academy of Music and Drama in Gothenburg

    At the NUrope oasis in Åbo/Turku, June 2009, I staged a two-part workshop named Image upon the wall.
    In late September, I was asked to do it again at the ECP session in Gothenburg, December 11th to 13th – as a performance within the NUrope presentation.

    The performance, being the visualization of an actual process involving a number of people, then had to be literally re-created; re-thinking the concept, re-calling cooperation partners, re-newing the framing and re-writing the text.

    Last Thursday, I took a train to Gothenburg, bringing a box of white chalks, four black cotton bedsheets, five plummets and a text rendered in five languages, printed out in three copies each.