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Sophie Giraux is a moulder of poetry. Whether realised through video, projection, sculpture or installation, each of her works is the pure manifestation of its sensorial content. Sometimes at the core is a true story steeped in emotion or nostalgia, others times it is a current contemplation; always, the meaningfulness contained in its expression is ripe, and its physicality, while sound, possesses the patent quality of sheer ephemerality.
A sculpture that begins life as a perfectly formed parallelepiped; the passage of time then leads to its collapse, lending the work a whole new configuration.
During the course of one cycle the projectors continuously search for their focal point, the two rectangles of white light independently shrinking and then enlarging, becoming slightly superimposed at their adjacent edge and for an instant gently achieving an identical size.
A marred reflecting surface makes room for transparency.
Two cubes comprising of densely compacted charcoal powder. One is perfectly formed, the other is partially collapsed due to the force of gravity acting on its weaker constitution once its formwork is removed. Without interference, both structures remain precisely intact.
A fluctuating rectangle of light projected via a motorised wheel attached to the projector, which revolves in front of the lens. The image appears to subtly split away from itself and become reabsorbed.
On the white base of the glass box is the black outline of a single circle; on top of the glass box is a glass lens. Looking onto the lens from above causes chromatic distortion – an optical phenomenon – by which the black line meets the circumference of the lens and therewith transforms into a circular rainbow comprised of the full colour spectrum.
One cube comprising of densely compacted plaster powder, perfectly formed. Without interference, it remains precisely intact.
392 overlaid, digitised, personally significant photographs. Superimposed in this way, these images have become unreadable, creating a black hole or a blindspot, serving to flatten layers of memory. Only the outline discloses a hint as to their subject matter.
A video projection depicting the 365 days of the year in the course of one minute, true to the authentic calendar, including days per month and accounting for leap-years, thus representing a sense of infinite time, accurately compressed.
The projector acts like a ready-made and reveals an optical phenomenon: marginal diffraction (or flare) due to parasitic light diffusion inside the focal mechanism.
A photo produced by photographing light; an abstracted image achieved by filming the instant process of the polaroid that reveals that image.
The existing hexagonal floor tiles have been reproduced as thin plaster wafers and positioned on the floor surface. The more public who visit the space, the shorter-lived the work.
Often recycling the mechanical components of found bicycles, clocks and the like to formulate his kinetic artworks, Juan Fontanive’s interest lies in the splendour of sequential and repetitive movement. By handcrafting the constituent parts, including the drawing or painting of characters in some cases, he creates work that overtly assumes a life of its own, a composition of movement accompanied by the inherent sound of the mechanism, delivering multidimensional sensory output saturated in poesy.
“…I like to make things that dance…”
Stian Ådlandsvik is an artist with an archaeological bent. Drawings, photographs and sculptures variously materialise from historical and contemporary events and objects that he has evaluated and re-contextualised. Reflections of the past intertwine with ideals and visions of the future. His works are often reorganised hybrids, in which the constituent parts derive from precise origins and connections he has explored and dissected, discernable through the unveiling of a certain logic or thought process.
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The cylinders contain copper rod and an acidic solution, functioning as batteries; wires connect them to one another, thus generating enough energy to run a thermometer that registers the temperature of the space, which is displayed on a small digital element atop one of the cylinders.
The process involved in assuring product functionality is to certify and document all mechanical parts. In this sculpture, that idea has been turned upside down. Consisting of the remains of a photocopier – the result of a transformation whereby the panels and components were taken apart piece-by-piece and then photocopied on the machine, the procedure continued until the machine could no longer make copies. In this way, the machine documented its own decay, while at the same time exposing its own components.
A filing cabinet is welded at the seams to render it airtight; through the influence of an air compressor, it expands into a plump, uneven shape. Although the intervening action has terminated, the evidence remains.
A showcase contains a bent metal bolt and a similarly bent and cracked casing. The rough surface tells us that these items are not industrially made: they are three-dimensional printed copies of two aircraft components which were the direct cause of a plane crash, precisely because they were copies. The aircraft industry has a serious problem in that replacement parts and their certificates can be well camouflaged fakes that are almost impossible to discover. Substandard parts are used in good faith with catastrophic consequences, while those that produce them cheaply earn a good profit. The destruction of the aircraft gave these parts their unique form and turned them into individual originals. In order to copy them, digital, 3D models were made, based on photographs.
A standard 1m x 2m aluminium plate has been crumpled into a modernistic cloud shape. Before straightening it out again and rolling it flat, its shape was documented. After this, the plate was crumpled into a new shape and the process repeated. After 5 times, the plate had acquired several holes and massive signs of material wear. Subsequently, the flattened plate was made into another work called Hell is Chrome, seen immediately here below.
A standard 1m x 2m aluminium plate has been crumpled into a modernistic cloud shape, rolled flat, and the process repeated. After 5 times, the plate had acquired several holes and massive signs of material wear. It was then cut into 8 pieces and, in an attempt to cover up some of the traces of damage while also giving the aluminium a new surface, the 8 pieces were chrome-finished.
An airport baggage trolley, where small parts have been cut out at random locations, eventually turning it into a collapsed, unusable object. From the small parts that had been cutout, a 20 kroner coin was cast, in order to pay for the trolley.
A copy of an airport information sign in which the essential information, and as both a consequence and the reason for its existence, has been taken out: the screens that are supposed to indicate when the various airplanes are to depart or arrive. The only remnants are the electrical cords left inside the structure.
A wooden cable reel was collected from a construction site, dismantled, and pieces cutout as necessary to remake the Malevich illustration called ‘Suprematist composition expressing the feeling of wireless telegraphy’. The pieces were carefully composed on a 6 metre high wall, and then photographed. The pieces were then reassembled into their original form, thus marking this particular cable reel with the traces of an escapade in art.
Otto Lilienthal, a pioneer of the development of gliders in the second half of the 19th century once said: “To invent an airplane is nothing. To build one is something. But to fly one is everything.” This statement sums up man’s age-old, eternal desire to be a master of the skies, and our desire today to undertake increasingly long and luxurious journeys in aircraft of ever increasing dimensions.
Otto Lilienthal’s simple and poetic dream of being able to glide alone over the countryside is captured in a skeleton of his glider’s wing construction, made of steel from a security fence erected to keep ordinary, inquisitive people out of his high tech production plant.
After having been used for cutting-up a steel fence to make another artwork, the angle grinder was used to cut open a showcase; thereafter the machine was dismantled, with the various parts tidily organised and displayed in that very showcase.
In Beijing, leftover fabrics from the many construction sites in the city were collected, to thereby make traditional Chinese lanterns of them; a hybrid crafted from the remains of the rapidly changing society, reflects upon the new expressions the Chinese might find in its melting pot.
A 1979 model Volvo 244DL from which all external lights have been removed and their cables lengthened. The lights were then gathered together to form one big luminaire that lights the car from the outside when the engine is running.
A part of the façade of an old Norwegian mountain shed has been removed and the panels used to create a new, fictional, standard Euro pallet.
Nick Defour is as fresh as the morning sun. The performances in his palette define a pure and direct message, while peacefully referring to a significant moment. His installations are veritable relics conceived in the selfsame spirit and intimately interwoven in his oeuvre.
In the back space there is a small towel with a greek motif. On it lay a fish with a rope bound around its tail. On the staircase hangs Nick’s homemade ‘patat nimmer weinen’ jacket with his poetry album ‘Poëzie Poes Pose’ in the pocket. For the performance he makes four rounds in the gallery while dragging the fish on the rope behind him and then afterwards putting it back on the towel, putting on the jacket, going to a painting and reciting one of his poems to the painting. This is repeated four more times with the fish, each time with him putting on the jacket and reciting a poem, taking off the jacket again and dragging the fish, until the fish and the rope get stuck on something in the gallery, at which point he takes the towel, places it underneath the current position of the fish, and stops.
Picking up a previously positioned cobblestone from the gallery floor and starting off on a sojourn into the street while repeatedly chanting HINTER DEN BERGEN, DAS TAL, the people follow on behind him. Once in the street, Nick throws a large paper aeroplane into the air and begins to recite a Flemish poem he composed, while performing various actions in the street, including crashing the stone at a key moment. The performance concludes with Nick walking off into the distance and disappearing into the night.
OH NEEEE! / WEER OOSTENRIJK? / DAT WIST IK WANNEER IK BEGON / TOEN IK DEZE PUT GRAAFDE / EN DEZE BERG OPWIERP / WANT! / ACHTER DE BERGEN / IS ER HET DAL, DEZE PUT / WAAR WE ALLEN UIT VALLEN / EN IN KLIMMEN / IN UIT UIT IN / WELK LAND? WELK LAND? / SPIJTIG! / WEER OOSTENRIJK! / WAT VERWACHT IK DAN OOK? / MET EEN HARDE BLIK / EEN STEEN ALS VLUCHT / WE MOETEN UIT DEZE PUT / UIT IN IN UIT / IK VOLG JE / IK VOLG JE ACHTER DE BERG / IK VOLG JE TOT IN DE PUT / IK VOLG JE / MAAR VERGEET NIET! WE MOETEN DAT DOEN WAT ONS TE DOEN STAAT…
Placed against the wall is a monitor, on top of which is a metronome, a lump of charcoal and a block of marble. The performance begins when Nick approaches the monitor and starts-up a video. He straddles the monitor and faces the wall. He is to be seen on the video reciting by heart from a text that is split into syllables; the video is in three parts. During the first part, Nick quotes a sentence from “L’Etranger” by Albert Camus. To the rhythm of the text he draws large circles on the wall with the lump of charcoal, each new circle drawn on top of the one before. Thereafter is an equally long section of video with no image on the screen, at which point he stares at the thick circle. When the second part of the video begins, he recites part of a poem by Charles Bukowski while striking the wall in the centre of the circle with the block of marble, to the beat of the text. After this there is again no image on the screen until the third part of the video starts up, when he once again recites a piece out of “L’Etranger”. Meanwhile, Nick looks at the hole that he had banged in the wall. After the third part of the video he steps away from the monitor and starts-up the metronome. The looped video, the ticking metronome, the hole in the wall, the circle, the charcoal and the block of marble remain in place afterwards, as an installation.
A framed sheet of paper contains a blurry photo of Nick having just been smacked in the face. Underneath the image the following poem is written in pencil:
“t’es où? t’es où? gardien de mon espoir | je t’ai perdu, vendu car j’avais peur | mais il me reste encore plein de choses | A FAIRE avant que je meurs
A framed sheet of paper with pencilled text and cutout drawings of chess horses.
This performance was specifically made to be performed at a café on a certain date and at a precise hour. It was announced by way of 100 flyers signed by the artist that were distributed in Brussels.
Nick steps onto a bench and his counterpart steps onto a table. Nick loudly declaims: “ALLEEN GOD WEET OF DE DICHTER NU DRINKT OF NIET”. Thereafter he hands his counterpart a paper with his own poem handwritten on it. He reads it aloud while Nick looks directly at him. Afterwards he gives the paper back to Nick and both men step down from their respective stages.
The performance consists of the following elements: a poster, a clock (without hands but still ticking), and some cardboard boxes that formerly contained wine. The poster and the clock are attached to the wall. Nick stands in front of these, on top of the empty cardboard boxes. As Nick fetches a cardboard box and stands on it until it crushes, he repeats the text “ALLES WAS GESCHIEHT, GESCHIEHT HEUTE”. After the performance, the poster, clock and cardboard boxes remain in place as an installation.
Initially intended as a ‘constant performance’, Nick began wearing a jacket bearing the inscription PATAT, NIMMER WEINEN. This work received its definitive form during a visit to the Army Museum’s anniversary celebration in Brussels.
Nick stands on a strip of carpet with a block of marble in his hands. Placed in front of him is a monitor on which the video MEST AM TRISTE is playing. Next to him hangs a poster of FORELMAN. The performance begins when Nick picks up the block of marble from the carpet and recites the text “nog altijd Nick Defour hier” in different rhythms and at different volumes. When the video begins he lets the block of marble fall to the ground. In the video, Nick is seen pronouncing the text KUNST WET GEBEUREN AM FREUDE EN AM TRISTE, MEST AM TRISTE. When the video ends he picks up the block of marble and begins the performance anew.
Nick sits on top of a monitor on which he appears seated at a table, looking around, until he (this on-screen version of himself) finally looks up and asks “Ja maar, ben je serieus?” The live version of himself answers that question with “Ja, ik ben serieus.” The live Nick then stands up and leaves the room.
A vest onto which MEIN WELT SCHMERZ is handwritten in marker pen, hangs on a nail in a corner. Nick approaches the corner, takes off his shirt, lifts the vest off the nail and puts it on. Next, he takes a cigarette out of his pocket, lights it and smokes it while looking straight ahead. When the cigarette is finished, he crushes it underfoot, takes off the vest and puts the shirt back on. He repeats this activity a multitude of times, with a short pause in-between of the same length of time as it took to smoke the cigarette. A heap of cigarette butts forms on the floor and is then left behind.
A loudspeaker lays on its side on the floor. A hole has been made in the top of it and a page from “The Idiot” by Fyodor Dostoyevski, is fixed to its side. The scene is spotlit by a lamp on a tall tripod fixture. Nick goes up to the loudspeaker, kneels down, sticks his head completely inside it and recites the text from ‘Decades’ by Joy Division. He then takes his head out of the loudspeaker and steps away.
Nick stands on a tall ladder striking a watchman’s pose.
During an entire weekend, Nick played the character of ‘Bart’ in the town of Orval, Belgium (home of a Trappist brewery).
Hand-rolled and oven-baked balls of clay (circa 0.5cm in diameter) that Nick freely distributes at will.
Siet Raeymaekers loves to challenge herself as much as to challenge her audience, and most preferably both at once. In each of the many environments in which she performs, Siet takes into account the architecture and all the inherent idiosyn-
crasies, adapting or working towards a specific performance situation. Her performance pieces are simultaneously nonchalant and elegant; Siet performs with body and soul, with or without a narrative.
An anonymous happening in Brussels. Two weeks before the event Siet asked various people to write her a performance score with a time frame of max 3 minutes and a spatial frame of 4 square metres. There were two rules only: she would mind these parameters and only use her own body. She did not look at these scores until the moment of the performance. At that point, she started following the descriptive or abstract instructions. Due to an interruption by the police she wasn’t able to perform all the scores, but the police then inadvertently featured in the grand finale. Time and space were (politically) destabilised for a moment as they became part of the scene. Precariousness prevailed.
An anonymous happening in Brussels. Two weeks before the event Siet asked various people to write her a performance score with a time frame of max 3 minutes and a spatial frame of 4 square metres. There were two rules only: she would mind these parameters and only use her own body. She did not look at these scores until the moment of the performance. At that point, she started following the descriptive or abstract instructions. Due to an interruption by the police she wasn’t able to perform all the scores, but the police then inadvertently featured in the grand finale. Time and space were (politically) destabilised for a moment as they became part of the scene. Precariousness prevailed.
Siet moves through the various physical stages that occur after death – from palor mortis to putrefaction. The stage is bare with only the projection of a rubbish tip on the back wall. Siet takes her position in front of the screen and becomes part of the scenery as she performs as the flesh and bones of Madame May, once a femme fatale, now just leftover chicken…
Siet moves through the various physical stages that occur after death – from palor mortis to putrefaction. The stage is bare with only the projection of a rubbish tip on the back wall. Siet takes her position in front of the screen and becomes part of the scenery as she performs as the flesh and bones of Madame May, once a femme fatale, now just leftover chicken…
CIRCLES; video, 2011
Jacob Wren is a writer and maker of eccentric performances. His books include: Unrehearsed Beauty, Families Are Formed Through Copulation and Revenge Fantasies of the Politically Dispossessed. In February 2011, Jacob completed his most recent novel: Polyamorous Love Song.
As co-artistic director of Montreal-based interdisciplinary group PME-ART he has co-created: En français comme en anglais, it’s easy to criticize, Unrehearsed Beauty / Le génie des autres, La famille se crée en copulant, and the ongoing HOSPITALITÉ / HOSPITALITY series.
In 2007, on the invitation of Sophiensaele (Berlin) Jacob adapted and directed Wolfgang Koeppen’s 1954 novel Der Tod in Rom, and in 2008 he was commissioned by Campo (Ghent) to collaborate with Pieter De Buysser on An Anthology of Optimism, which toured Europe in 2009 and 2010.
Entities in which Jacob Wren engages:
PME-ART
RADICAL CUT
LE QUARTANIER
AN ANTHOLOGY OF OPTIMISM
Reviews:
BACK TO THE WORLD
GOOD READS
ADVENT BOOK BLOG
PORCHLIGHT LITERARY MAGAZINE
ELIMAE
CCLaP
REVENGE FANTASIES OF THE POLITICALLY DISPOSSESSED; PUBLISHED BY PEDLAR, 2010
Tim De Keersmaeker is intense.
Possessing an eye for exactitude, an inquiring mind, and an alert soul, he
senses human substance and taps
into its core, converting the essential
into a poetic tableau. His subject is
entirely human, his medium is film.