“Hanken” entrance hall in 2011; photo HHW.
Almost fifty years later – the Business School entrance hall in 2011.
People have their ways, living their lives… doing their best. Still, far from perfect.
Hey Woldemar – how do we fit into the image?
“Hanken” entrance hall in 1963, framed original photograph in corridor; photo HHW.
A black-and-white photograph, showing the entrance hall of the brand new Business School in 1963. So, this is how it was meant to be: clean, straight-lined and flooded with light; a space framed and barred where submissive nature thrives in its allotted place and humans are the subjects of Enlightenment.


Åbo Akademi University Business School, light and spaces; all photos by HHW.
The Business School building: a functionalistic work by Åbo Akademi architect Woldemar Baeckman. Built in 1963, it emphatically expresses a positivistic vision, carried by the craftsman’s knowledge of materials as well as the relative scarcity of the time. An appropriate setting for anyone who would wish to make a comment, philosophically or by means of art, to the contemporary state of things; the mind-set of Enlightenment taken to, and beyond, its utmost consequences.
Here the LICHTWECHSEL exhibition will take place, opening on March 17, 2011.

Åbo Akademi University Business School, entrance from above; photo by HHW.

Åbo Akademi University Business School, one January morning;
photo HHW.
And here’s the next project: in March, the Nomadic University will stage an art event at Åbo Akademi University Business School.
Austrian artists Luise Kloos, Erika Lojen, Aurelia Meinhart and Ingeborg Pock will bring their art journey – from Graz via Vilnius, Riga, Tallinn and Helsinki to Åbo/Turku – into the modernistic white building known as Hanken in Åbo/Turku.

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.
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.
In Venice, a truly magnificent thunderstorm passed by during the night between Friday and Saturday; sounding like canonades, turning electricity off, and – lights out – pouring rain over the city for hours.
Saturday night – June 27th – at the dance biennale, the Compagnia dell’Accademia Nazionale di Danza di Roma performed a show at Teatro Piccolo Arsenale.
The first piece was announced beforehand as an homage by Pina Bausch to the company: a short solo, elaborated from Bausch’s choreography Nefes (‘Breath’), by Cristiana Morganti of Wupperthal Tanztheater;
sudden spotlights on; and a red-dressed woman dancing like a flame of joy, all alone in the large scene space, never a moment of hesitation or doubt until, too soon, conclusion; dance ending as abruptly as its beginning.
After a short pause, the second piece, Da ora in poi by Jacopo Godani;
the whole company on stage, men and women alike all dressed in dark, and again this softness and staccato, blending into hermaphroditic beauty; Hermes and Aphrodite; flow; transmission of movement taking priority over manifestation of individualities; and, at a certain moment, all sitting low on scene floor; some movement upwards, spotlights flashlighting the high-up ceiling and a hundred fingertips tapping like raindrops, then dark again; last night’s thunder and rain recreated within the Arsenale building; soon transforming to a movement like walking underwater; then transforming again…
On Thursday, June 25th, German choreographer and dancer Pina Bausch was diagnosed with cancer. On Tuesday, June 30th, she passed away.