Josef Strau Walking Alone (2017) tin plate, tin wire, acrylic on canvas

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Josef Strau Walking Alone (2017) tin plate, tin wire, acrylic on canvas
ROY CLAIRE POTTER Death to all pigs who enter here! La prima mostra in Italia di Roy Claire Potter è ispirata ad una storia delle brughiere del West Yorkshire letta negli albi dei tribunali medievali.
KATE DUNN THE TABERNACLE Una mostra che immerge il visitatore in un’atmosfera di grande impatto emotivo.
Loretta Fahrenholz , Story in Reverse, (2018) 3 - 5 part slide installation
Story in Reverse, is a multi-part slide installation by Loretta Fahrenholz, based on Ilse Aichinger’s ‘Spiegelgeschichte’ / ‘Mirror Story’ (1949) - a linguistic experiment that narrates a young woman’s tragically failed life. In Aichinger’s text the beginning and the end of life merge, as the story of the woman starts at her grave and is then told backwards. Loretta Fahrenholz uses analogue slide projectors to display seven versions of the overlapping story. Commissioning illustrators via the freelance marketplace website Fiverr Fahrenholz asks each of them to transpose the story in its entirety into a comic. The different interpretations of Aichinger’s story are freely retold and illustrated through alternating styles and drawing. The result is a space in which images, stories and different temporal structures meld, and in which tragedy, virtuality and pop culture meet.
*** “When someone pushes your bed out of the ward, when you see that the sky becomes green, and when you would spare the curate the funeral sermon, then it is time for you to get up, gently, as children get up, when the morning light shimmers through the curtains, secretly, so that the sister does not see it-and quickly! But he has already begun it, the curate, you hear there his voice, young and eager and unstoppable, you hear there, he already speaks. Let it happen! Let his good words be submerged in the blinding rain. Your grave is open. Let his swift confidence first become helpless, that it may be helped. When you leave him, he will no longer know in the end, if he has already begun. And because he doesn’t know, he gives the pallbearers the sign. And the pallbearers ask no more and take your coffin out again. And they take the wreath from the lid and give it back to the young man, who is standing with bowed head at the edge of the grave. The young man takes his wreath and rubs all the ribbons smooth, embarrassed, he lifts his face for a glance, and the rain dashes a few tears from his cheeks. Then the procession moves itself back along the walls. The candles in the small, ugly chapel are lit once again and the curate says the prayer for the dead, so that you can live. He shakes the young man’s hand violently and, in his embarrassment, wishes him much luck. It is his first funeral, and he blushes down to his collar. And before he can correct himself, the young man is gone. What remains to be done now? Luck has been wished, there remains nothing for him to do, but to send the dead home again. Just the same, after that the hearse with your coffin drives back up the long street. To the left and to the right are houses, and in every window stand yellow narcissi, like the kind wound into every wreath, there is nothing to be done against it. Children press their faces against the shut panes, it rains, but one of them will run out of the door. He hangs on to the back of the hearse, is thrust off, and remains behind. The child covers his eyes with both hands and looks after you angrily. But where else should one swing, when one lives on the street to the cemetery?”
- Extract from Spiegelgeschichte (Mirror Story), Ilse Aichinger (1946)
Bob van der Wal, Study Notes (2016) First formalised in 2016, Bob van der Wal’s Study Notes, consists of the artist’s journals rendered in ink on paper. Traditionally a reserved preliminary practice, the study notes found here surround the gallery with a dense collection of unsolved reflections that shift between the personal and common. Drawings and text notes surround existential diagram, subject formation, stories of the Catholic church, sexual abuse; alongside statistics for climate change, diagrams of filmic narrative structures and hormonal chemistry. The provisional drawings, part didactic explanation and/or proof render pornographic images of bodies, economies of value, accumulation and risk. Study Notes is an extensive display a journal in the genre of ‘artist’s study’ far-reaching to the point of self-exploitative investment.
3. Bob van der Wal Study Notes (2016) graphite and ink on paper
4. Bob van der Wal Tree Study (people and pets) (2015-19) metal, glass, printed photographs