CURATED BY WILHELM SCHÜRMANN
September 7 – October 20, 2012
Haluk Akakçe, Mishima Akiyoshi, Hubert Becker, Valérie Belin, Sofie Bird Møller/Rafael Danke, Mitch Dobrowner, Gretchen Faust, K.O. Goetz,
David Goldes, Manuel Graf, Hisaji Hara, Benedikt Hipp, Joan Jonas/Babette Mangolte, Barbara Kasten, Yves Klein/Harry Shunk, Shio Kusaka,
Jochen Lempert, Lone Haugaard Madsen, Soshi Matsunobe, Yukio Nakagawa, Frank Nitsche, Rosen/Wojnar, Achim Sakic, Peter Sauerer,
Oliver Sieber, Torsten Slama, Wolfgang Tillmans, Nazif Topçuoglu, Hiroki Tsukuda, Jochen Weber, Hiroko Yamaji
The Construction is a Lens
The engine is lame, the computer gets stuck, the pose searches reverse gear.
„We must try to understand the car better“, says the
Manager. „We leave a second per lap“.
Learning to understand what has been formed without intention.
The overall concept is too complex. Routine without understanding.
The processes are automated. Routine without movement.
The Disc Doctor is Peter Norton, collects art and can
normalize the performance. Something has come to a standstill.
Rest in speed? Coincidence? Mistake?
Productive misunderstanding. Reboot. Reconfiguration.
Error in the System? Change of System.
How’s it going? What’s up with art?
The shadow is wrong, the picture is right.
The pose is stuck, the erotic is tuned. Balthus is everywhere.
Archaic meets hightech. Wunderkund needs facelift.
Every shit can be explained. But do I want to know?
But this looks good. The fat Lady will not jump into the void.
The construction is a lens. The picture is not a lamp.
Spark without electricity. The storm has an umbilical cord.
The burned match is named Soul.
Loss of energy as energy contribution. I
Energieverlust als Energiebeitrag. Indefinite coincidence..
The stones are made by hand.
The sponge is not for cleaning.
I wish I was an opera house. The cabbage can be eaten.
The Sphinx is the art and guards life.