donderdag 24 mei 2018

OUWEHANDS ZOO & The Animals Gerry Winogrand Photography


XING YA AND WU WEN'S FIRST YEAR AT OUWEHANDS ZOO
12-04-2018
It is exactly one year ago today that the giant pandas Xing Ya and Wu Wen were welcomed to the Netherlands to huge media attention from the Dutch and international press. In the past year, everything at Ouwehands Zoo has centred on the giant pandas. It has been a successful year with many special moments.

Looking back on 'panda year' 2017
After more than a month in quarantine, the two giant pandas were allowed to go outside for the first time at the end of May At the same time, Pandasia was officially opened to a great deal of attention from the invited guests. To mark the pandas' arrival, Ouwehands Zoo and the World Wide Fund for Nature organised a Panda Gala in June. A fantastic amount of €470,888.88 was raised for the protection of giant pandas in the wild. In this way, Ouwehands Zoo is making an important contribution to nature conservation, one of its primary objectives. In August, the fourth birthday of the two pandas was celebrated in style. Among other things, Xing Ya and Wu Wen were treated to a special birthday cake. Throughout the year, the pandas have received various treats to mark special occasions, such as a stuffed autumn pumpkin, a gingerbread man made of panda cake, a colourful Christmas tree with edible decorations... each of these items has been on the pandas' menu this year. In December there was heavy snowfall and the zoo was transformed into a winter wonderland. Everyone, including the giant pandas, had a lot of fun in the snow.

The world's best giant panda accommodation
In early 2018, Ouwehands Zoo won a special award. During the Giant Panda Global Awards, Pandasia was voted the best accommodation for giant pandas in the world.

What have the pandas done for Ouwehands Zoo?
In 2017, Ouwehands Zoo attracted a record of 1,055,000 visitors. In addition, since the arrival of the giant pandas, the zoo has seen its revenues rise substantially.

An exciting time
The recent period has been an exciting one, with the giant pandas Xing Ya and Wu Wen being 'officially' introduced to one another. They had previously seen each other for the first time from behind screens and been given the opportunity to see, hear and smell each other from close up. Xing Ya and Wu Wen were visibly and audibly interested in one another. This contact was recently repeated without it resulting in mating. It transpired out that both animals were still too young.

So we must await next year, when Wu Wen will again be fertile. A female panda is only fertile for 3 to 7 days per year, which makes reproduction in giant pandas complicated.

Garry Winogrand: The Animals
Published by The Museum of Modern Art, New York.
Essay by John Szarkowski.
Winogrand's zoo, even if true, is a grotesquery. It is a surreal Disneyland where unlikely human beings and jaded careerist animals stare at each other through bars, exhibiting bad manners and a mutual failure to recognize their own ludicrous predicaments.
--John Szarkowski

The Animals is a classic photo book by the incessant, masterful photographer Garry Winogrand, reissued in a new edition by The Museum of Modern Art, New York, which first published the book in 1968. In it, Winogrand leaves the streets of the city for the caged aisles of the real urban jungle, the zoo, where he captures some of the more humiliating and strange moments in the lives of God's creatures. See a lion stick its tongue out between chain-link fencing, an orangutan pee into another's mouth, a hippo give a great big yawn, two lions lamely going at it, and seals watching lovers kiss.


















donderdag 17 mei 2018

Views & Reviews You are the Weather Margrèt Haraldsdóttir Blöndal Artists Book Roni Horn Photography


Roni Horn: You are the Weather
by Roni Horn

ISBN 3931141454
ISBN-13 9783931141455
Pages 128
Publisher Scalo
Published 1997
No Jacket, As Issued. Unpaginated (128 pp. ), 100 photographs in color. First edition. "You are the Weather", 1994-1995, is a four-wall installation of thirty-six gellatin-silver and sixty-four chromogenic prints. There are seventeen fixed sequences that are installed in a flexible order. The photographs in the book are actual size.

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Views & Reviews The Tension between Life and Death Roni Horn Museum De Pont Tilburg Photography


Roni Horn
by Julie L. Belcove
November 1, 2009 12:00 am


Roni Horn’s subtle but commanding art demands a focused eye to be seen for what it is. The same can be said for Horn herself. With the exception of her eyes, which are the brilliant blue of a far-off sea, she is almost devoid of color. Her salt-and-pepper hair is shorn so short as to blend with her pale face. Her mannish black shirt and jeans add to the effect, further deflecting snap judgments. A quick glance at Horn on the street or in a restaurant would yield few conclusive clues to her gender, so complete is her androgyny. She must be looked at.

Her art, too, is unconstrained by convention; it’s always a notch off-kilter. Rooted in conceptualism but deeply intuitive, with influences as varied as Iceland’s primeval terrain and Flannery O’Connor’s Southern Gothic short stories, her oeuvre spans mediums from photography and books to drawing and sculpture. There is, for example, Asphere (1988), balls made of stainless steel or copper with dimensions just a bit tweaked—they’re not quite spheres. Then consider Her, Her, Her & Her (2002–03), a collage of black and white photographs shot inside a women’s locker room, mostly of tile and doors but with voyeuristic glimpses of women, and Things That Happen Again: For Two Rooms (1986), two copper cylinders placed in two separate spaces. They seem to be identical, but since the viewer can’t see them simultaneously, who’s to say? “I don’t necessarily think of myself as a visual artist primarily,” says Horn, 54. “A lot of my work is really very conceptual, and it has very little visual aspect to it, the sculpture especially. That work is more powerfully about experience and presence than it is about a powerful visual experience.”
Unlike the artists who made themselves into brand names over the past two decades, Horn has steered clear of a signature style. She avoids instant, easy identification while cleaving to themes of identity and nature. “Her work requires silence,” says Vicente Todolí, director of the Tate Modern in London, where Horn’s midcareer retrospective, opening November 6 at the Whitney Museum of American Art, originated. “It makes you aware of your condition as an individual and confronting the world. And that is not easy. It can take some loneliness. On the one hand, you can feel related, involved, attached to the work, but at the same time, the lines or the threads are almost invisible.”

On a warm July afternoon, sunlight is pouring into Horn’s expansive studio in New York’s Chelsea neighborhood. She has pulled her chair close to a window overlooking a courtyard and a spectacular flowering mimosa tree. Horn, drinking a glass of water, is warm and funny, self-deprecating while not feigning modesty as she talks about the retrospective and its catalog, an unusual two-volume set that encompasses her thoughts on all manner of topics, as well as the standard color plates of her greatest hits. On one cover is a matching pair of photos of Horn wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a white button-down shirt over an undershirt. She took some heat for the choice. “There wasn’t really any narcissistic element,” she says. “Nobody would know that’s me, per se. But there was some criticism about ‘You shouldn’t do that, Roni. People will think the book’s all about you.’ Yeah? Well, the book is about me. Eventually they changed their minds, I think. Regardless, I overrode those questions.”

The portraits are part of a work titled a.k.a. (originally published in W’s 2008 Art Issue). There’s one of an adorable freckle-faced mop-top with a winsome smile and another of a budding intellectual circa the 1970s. Not even her closest friends and family, Horn says, initially realized the snapshots were all of her. Referring to a picture in which she appears a wildly frizzy-haired creature, her body obscured by an Icelandic moonscape, she marvels, “It’s weird how much I look like Iceland.” As her visage ages, the subject grows increasingly androgynous. It’s as if Horn’s life were a performance piece.
The granddaughter of Eastern European Jewish immigrants, Horn was named for her grandmothers, both of whom were Rose. Even as a child in the Sixties she was convinced the gender-neutral Roni gave her an advantage. “When I was young I decided that my sex, my gender, was nobody’s business,” she says. She didn’t know much about her family history; it was only after her father’s death that she learned his given name was Abraham, not Arthur, and that his own father had been a buttonmaker. Arthur owned a pawnshop in Harlem and moved his family upstate, to Rockland County. “It was farmland at the time; it was an early suburb,” says Horn, the third of four children. “When I was growing up, there was only one bookstore in the whole f---ing county.” There were not many Jews, either. “I have this memory of my Girl Scout [leader] quitting when I was assigned to the group—it was just anti-Semitic.”

Still, Horn is not sure how credible her recall is. “I’m fascinated by eyewitness accounts,” she says. “It’s always so perverted, or altered, by who you become. It’s so hard to say what really happened. So when I talk about myself, I don’t believe a word of it. I’m not a fabricator, but I’m very skeptical.” She has even considered making an autobiographical film told from the perspective of eyewitnesses to her life. When I note that I might prefer not to hear what others have to say about me, she quips, “Well, maybe that’s why I haven’t done it yet!”

Her interest in perception helps explain her tendency for pairing objects. At the very least, they force the viewer to do a double take: Are the images the same or a hair different? Doubling, she says, is a way “to engage people. You know, an artist is always manipulating. That’s what the name of the game is, really.” Later she points out a piece hanging in another room. “It’s a double Möbius, and I just love that paradox, double infinity. What the hell is one infinity? Now you’ve got two infinities. It’s almost like the double negative. It has this funny feeling of amplification, but of what?”

Horn says she didn’t need to “figure out” that she was gay. “Consciousness—when does that start? Who the hell knows?” she says. As for her family, “who knows what they knew? Nobody said anything. It’s not something to talk about.” But she adds that her sexuality was “probably why I left them, went to school so early. I’m sure that fed into it.”

Whip-smart, Horn fled high school at 16 and enrolled at the Rhode Island School of Design, which gave her a year’s worth of credits, “so it was a fast jaunt,” she says. She graduated at 19, and she flew to Iceland. In the Seventies, budget travelers routinely went to Europe by way of Reykjavik because of the cheap fares, though for most it was just a layover. Camping in a tent with her then girlfriend, Horn was knocked out by the landscape and the perpetually unstable weather. “I had the need to keep going back,” she says. “It wasn’t a conscious thing—it was more like a yearning. I always think of it as a migration because I prefer to keep my metaphor with the animals, and I had that sense of physiology to it.”

Though Horn had tinkered with cameras from her dad’s pawnshop, she was no more than a self-taught photographer, but Iceland inspired her to make photographs. With its weird volcanic landscape and primordial glaciers, the country would become her muse, or, as Todolí puts it, her El Dorado. “The cloud cover was always low,” Horn recalls. “You couldn’t really see—you just saw a tease. So I really believe that for a good 10 years or so I was going back to see a little bit more of what I couldn’t see.”

Among her large body of Icelandic-based art is an ongoing series of books, now numbering nine, titled To Place. Armed with a telephoto lens, she made You Are the Weather (1994–96), consisting of 100 photographs, all tight shots of a sole model’s face gazing directly at the viewer as she stands neck-deep in myriad indistinguishable pools and streams. The nearly imperceptible differences in the model’s expression—primarily a little less or a little more squinting, a slightly tilted head—are a reflection of the ever-changing weather. The viewer thus takes on the role of the weather. (“You Are the Weather, that’s a f---ing good title, girl,” Horn muses.) It’s a favorite piece of Whitney chief curator Donna De Salvo’s. “The faces require this incredibly acute and precise eye,” she says. “They really draw you in.” Artist Matthew Barney, a friend who also happens to be a frequent visitor to Iceland (by dint of his relationship with Björk), says Horn’s work “appears more formal than it is. In fact, it’s highly emotional.”

Horn’s latest project in Iceland is Library of Water (2003–07), which houses an installation in a former library in the small town of Stykkishólmur. Glass columns hold melted ice from 24 Icelandic glaciers. Inscribed in the rubber floor are words such as “cool” and “moist.” “They’re all adjectives which could be used to describe weather conditions outside in the world,” says James Lingwood, whose Artangel organization raised money to produce the piece, “but also inside, you know, in you.” Though it will clearly go down as one of Horn’s iconic works, orchestrating it altered her relationship with the country, perhaps permanently. “I had kept very much to myself for years and was just out photographing or walking or thinking,” she says. With Library of Water, though, she couldn’t simply retreat into the landscape; it was a “social experience,” she says, that required her to deal with an extensive team of people—and intruded on her private communion. “I think my needs have changed,” she adds. “For me to hold on to that relationship to Iceland would have been making me a tourist of myself in a way. I can imagine going back, and I will, but it’s not like a yearning.”
In retrospect, Horn says, Iceland started to feel “less compelling” once foreigners started visiting in droves in the mid-Nineties. “Maybe a lot of Iceland was just about me being inexperienced,” she says. “I sometimes wonder if the first place I hit was Italy, whether Italy would have been my Iceland. Iceland is great for weather and solitude, but food is a problem. Italy is definitely more my thing for food.”

After her inaugural trip to Iceland, Horn worked for a year before matriculating at Yale for graduate school, “because I was very young,” she says, “and I was trying to, you know, get old. The problem with being precocious is that your connection is with the older generation because that’s your mental generation. You’re in this awkward relationship to your peers.”

At Yale she entered the sculpture department. “It’s not because I thought, Oh, sculpture, great,” she says. “I was always much more interested in painting. But I think when I went to Iceland, that helped me understand what my intuition was about. One of the things that interested me was that sculpture wasn’t a medium, and so you have pretty much all the mediums available to you, unlike painting. Painting is paint.” While at Yale, Horn also began her drawing practice, which she describes as “absolutely essential to me, although not to my viewer. My drawing was always about my relationship to it, not the audience’s.”

Artist Robert Ryman, whom Horn met at Yale, tipped off a German curator to her work. Ever since, she has had a stronger following in Europe. Until the September opening of London-based Hauser & Wirth gallery on the Upper East Side, she had been without New York representation for four years. Fiercely independent, Horn has self-financed much of her work. To raise the money to produce Gold Field (1982), a haunting sculpture of a micro-thin sheet of gold that, when folded over itself, gives off an orange glow akin to a burning flame, she admits she labored briefly for a “seriously shady” businessman. “The way I looked at it was, it would be worse if I wasn’t able to do this piece than to deal with the consequences of these actions if I should be caught,” she says. “I feel that these [artworks] should really be out in the world. Look, I didn’t have close to that kind of money to produce it, and I didn’t know anybody to ask for it. I had nothing. I just knew I had to do this.
“When I was really young I made a commitment to myself that money would never be a factor in inhibiting my options,” she continues. “I just managed to get things done no matter what.”

That kind of determination has earned Horn a reputation for single-mindedness. Every colleague and friend interviewed for this story mentions her precision and exacting standards. “She knows exactly what she wants,” Barney says. “She’s very clear. Very, very clear. She’s willing to hold out to avoid compromise.”

When it comes to dreaming up a piece, though, Horn says she relies heavily on her gut; it’s not all plotted beforehand. “It’s a lot of open-ended things that evolve,” she says. She began photographing Bird (1998–2007), a series of starkly compelling taxidermied bird heads, some seen from behind and veering into abstraction, while scouting for another piece, without any clear idea of what to do with them. “If it’s still kind of itching at you over a period of time, you’ve got to deal with it. It’s very subtle, actually, the point at which an idea becomes something worth pursuing,” she notes. Humor also comes into play: Clowd and Cloun (2000–01), alternating photographs of a clown’s face and puffy white clouds, “started as a misunderstanding of [the Stephen Sondheim song] ‘Send in the Clowns,’” she admits wryly, adding in her defense, “I did a poll, and a lot of people thought it was ‘Send in the Clouds.’ So I wasn’t alone.” The odd spellings, she says, are archaic, “but they’re also this wonderful crisscross of identity.”
Horn’s subjects may range from water to gold, but the mystery of identity is what lies at the heart of her oeuvre. She has called Asphere a self-portrait. “You go in thinking you know what you’re looking at, but it isn’t,” she says. “But it’s not really anything else, either.”

Therein lies Horn’s genius, in De Salvo’s mind. Even her choice of materials can toy with the concept of identity. Citing Horn’s cast glass sculptures, De Salvo notes that glass may appear to be a solid but is actually always a liquid. Horn is consistently “really questioning what something is,” De Salvo says. “Is it one thing, or is it another?”

Horn was close to the artists Félix González-Torres and Donald Judd, who was an early booster, before their deaths. She has an impressively accomplished circle of friends today, among them Helmut Lang, Douglas Gordon and Juergen Teller. Lang describes her as “straightforward, witty and incredibly loving.” But Horn insists, “I’m not a very social person. I’m outgoing when I have to be, but where I like being is alone. I love the solitude in my studio.” There it’s just her and her thoughts. Asked if, despite her reputation for confidence and certitude, she ever struggled to find her voice, she laughs. “Oh, for about 20 years,” she answers. “I don’t think it was ever really easy for me. It was an endless chasm of doubt. Full, full of doubt.

“There’s still a lot of doubt, definitely,” she adds. “But now I have probability on my side.”

Roni Horn, You are the weather
Sinds meer dan twintig jaar reist de Amerikaanse kunstenares Roni Horn af en aan naar IJsland. Een 'vreemd' land voor haar en dat wil ze ook zo houden, enkel onder die condities kan ze vat krijgen op de 'dingen', er een 'objectieve' relatie mee aangaan, waarover ze sinds 1990 ‘verslag’ doet. Roni Horn schildert, maakt sculpturen, tekent, schrijft observaties en essays, fotografeert, maakt boeken. Onlangs verscheen van haar bij Scalo (of all editors…) een verwarrend boek met foto's. You are the Weather bevat 'weinig meer' dan honderd close-up foto's van een jonge vrouw die recht de lens inblikt, full page  op een strategisch smal wit randje na, in kleur of zwart-wit, veelal haarscherp, nu en dan mistig. De ampele woorden vóór in het boek leveren minimale info. De vrouw is een IJslandse, ze heet Margrèt Haraldsdóttir Blöndal en ze trok zes weken lang met Roni Horn het eiland rond, van de ene warmwaterbron naar de andere. Elke dag werden er foto's gemaakt, bij zon of regen, in helder of in brak water. Aanwijzingen werden er niet gegeven. Blöndal dompelde zich onder, Horn fotografeerde. Verraderlijk simpel, maar het boek wérkt. Zoals Roni Horn het wellicht toen al had bedacht: "The expression on her face, cumulative in a sequence forms a scent - lingering and inextinguishable, a stare without end". In al haar werken blijft Horn in wezen een 'kijker'. Het is de dialoog tussen kijker en het potentieel bekekene die haar werken ordent, zoals ze zegt in een interview met Hannelore Kersting. Al zagen we haar blik nog nooit eerder zo intiem, sensueel als in You are the Weather. Het lijkt het isolement en de 'afstand' even te verzachten, het maakt misschien ook een andere, 'warmere' lectuur van haar werk mogelijk. Uit het essay Making Being Here Enough in Horns boek uit 1994, Pooling Waters : "En misschien omdat ik hier ben en omdat het ik in wat hier is dat wat hier is anders maakt, zal dat misschien zijn waarnaar ik op zoek ben. Maar ik weet het niet zeker. Ik weet niet zeker of ik in staat zal zijn het verschil waar te nemen". Roni Horn, You are the Weather, Scalo Verlag, Zürich, 1997.













dinsdag 15 mei 2018

Views & Reviews This had to be the End of the World Maktak and Gasoline Ellis Doeven Photography


MAKTAK AND GASOLINE: THE PEOPLE OF POINT HOPE
This exhibition highlights the community of Point Hope, a small Iñupiaq village in northwest Alaska, as revealed through the photography by Ellis Doeven. Its title, Maktak and Gasoline, refers to the scents of the village where the air is mixed with the smells of maktak (Iñupiat for whale) and gasoline. It is a metaphor for the old and the new, which remain solidly connected in Point Hope. This exhibition presents a portrait of the area and its people amid a push-pull among cultures and eras.

Point Hope is the oldest continuously inhabited village on the North American continent. The Inupiat have lived here for more than 10,000 years. It is remote - accessible only by air – with its nearest neighboring village 100 miles away. Its climate is extreme. Located on the tundra, food has long been gathered by hunting the animals that migrate through the region.

Today’s Point Hope is a community of 900 people, modern amenities and ancient roots. Its social structure is strong, built on Iñupiaq values. The last century has brought material conveniences to the area; yet, life is not easy in the Arctic, even with modern technology.

Point Hope is a place of language, culture and identity. Environmental and social change will have greatest potential impact on younger generations. While some of Point Hope’s young people lose their way, buffeted by complex cultural forces, others grow up effortlessly straddling two cultures.

ABOUT ELLIS DOEVEN
Dutch photographer Ellis Doeven has been photographing Point Hope since 2008, when she first traveled there. She studied photography at the Royal Academy of Art in The Hague. Her work has been included in international arts festivals and publications. She was an Anchorage Museum Polar Lab artist-in-residence in June 2016. Though she now lives in Amsterdam, she still visits Point Hope each year.

‘Dit moest het einde van de wereld zijn’
Fotografie Ellis Doeven legde het leven van de Inupiaq vast, een volk in Alaska. „Hoe is het in vredesnaam mogelijk dat hier mensen wonen, dacht ik.”

Rianne van Dijck
11 mei 2018

Het hele dorp eet mee van het vlees van de walvis.
Foto Ellis Doeven

‘Toen ik daar voor de eerste keer kwam, was ik compleet overdonderd door de natuur. Ik dacht: dit is het einde van de wereld. Alsof je er zomaar vanaf kon vallen.” Toen fotograaf Ellis Doeven (48) in 2008 uit een Cessna van Bering Air stapte en haar voeten neerzette in de verse sneeuw bij Point Hope, was dat een overweldigende ervaring.

Het Inupiaq-dorp in het noordwesten van Alaska ligt zo afgelegen dat je er alleen kunt komen na een urenlange vlucht over toendra’s, sneeuw- en ijsvlaktes. Het dichtstbijzijnde dorp ligt 200 kilometer verderop. ’s Winters kan het er 50 graden vriezen. Toen Doeven er aankwam, was het mild najaarsweer en min 10. Het rook er naar maktak, walvisvet, en naar de benzine van de quads en sneeuwscooters die de hondesledes hebben vervangen. Ze dacht: „Hoe is het in vredesnaam mogelijk dat hier mensen wonen?”

Nu, tien jaar later, is ze getrouwd met Othniel Art Oomittuk (54), walvisjager, brandweerman en kunstenaar. Samen hebben ze een dochter, Anna Kupaaq (7). Ze ontmoette Art toen ze na die eerste keer terugging om een reportage te maken over de walvisvangst. „Ik liep rond over de vlaktes rondom het dorp en Art zag dat. Veel te gevaarlijk, vond hij. Met zijn geweer, om ons te beschermen tegen ijsberen, vergezelde hij mij op mijn wandelingen. Het werd zomer, het werd steeds langer licht. Soms liepen we de hele nacht door, tot het ochtend werd. We waren verliefd.”

Doeven fotografeerde de afgelopen tien jaar het leven van de Inupiaq en maakte er een prachtig boek over, dat afgelopen maand verscheen: Maktak and Gasoline. „Ik laat de kracht van deze mensen zien, niet de problemen; de klimaatverandering, het alcoholmisbruik, de zelfmoorden. Mijn verhaal gaat over het aanpassingsvermogen van een gemeenschap die aanvaardt dat het ritme van het leven bepaald wordt door de natuur, en niet door de klok. In het Westen zijn we alleen maar bezig in ons hoofd. We willen iets bereiken wat in de toekomst ligt. Alles moet beter, groter, meer.”

Point Hope, in de lente

en in de winter.
Foto’s Ellis Doeven

In de winter wonen ze in Amsterdam, voorjaar en zomer brengen ze door in Point Hope, waar Doeven met de vrouwen kookt terwijl Art met de mannen op walvisjacht is. Elk voorjaar, als het ijs in de Beringstraat begint te breken en er geulen ontstaan waardoor de beloegas en de walvissen naar het noorden trekken, zetten de Inupiaq hun kamp op op het ijs. Met umiaks, traditionele houten bootjes die met zeehondenhuid zijn bespannen, jagen ze met harpoenen op de dieren.

De 900 inwoners van Point Hope kunnen daar alleen leven door zich te voeden met wat de natuur hen te bieden heeft. „Ik kon het maar moeilijk begrijpen: hoe kan je een walvis vereren en tegelijkertijd op hem jagen en hem opeten? De Inupiaq geloven: als je eerbied toont, dan geeft de walvis zich aan de mens. Stelt de mens zich onrespectvol op, dan laat hij zich niet vangen.”

„Art zegt: ‘De dood is niet het einde, het leven is circulair.’ Als de walvis is geslacht gooien ze de kop terug in de zee. De ziel van de dode walvis gaat over naar een andere. Die zal zich een volgend seizoen geven. Mens en dier zorgen voor elkaar.”

Een Inupiaq bij een gevangen walvis. De Inupiaq zijn voor hun levensonderhoud mede afhankelijk van de walvisvangst.


Het Nalukataq-festival, aan het einde van het walvissenjachtseizoen. Met een zeil worden feestvierders de lucht ingeworpen.

Foto’s Ellis Doeven

Doeven zou niet permanent in Point Hope kunnen wonen. „Het is een harde manier van leven. Het extreme klimaat, de isolatie. Maar als ik daar aankom, dan kom ik thuis. Ik ben een kind van mijn cultuur, altijd bezig, altijd aan het rennen. Het leven daar ‘aardt’ mij. Art trekt mij terug. Hij zegt: relax. Het is zoals het is.”

Ellis Doeven - Maktak and Gasoline from PhotoQ on Vimeo.

Ellis Doeven, Maktak and Gasoline (april 2018). Vormgeving Sybren Kuiper. Uitgegeven in eigen beheer. 50 euro. Verkrijgbaar bij PhotoQ.nl of via ellisdoeven.com









maandag 14 mei 2018

Cloppenburg 1989-1990 39 Fotografien The Becher Approach Laurenz Berges Photography


Privatdruck Laurenz Berges, Kunstkreis Cloppenburg.

Laurenz Berges is a chronicler of absence. His minimalist photographs point to the earlier use of spaces, only fragments of which are shown, whose inhabitants have put them to other, new uses. Berges depicts the traces of this change in austere images that, due to their reduction, tell their stories indirectly and almost involuntarily. These are stories about the existential significance certain spaces have for our identity, and also about their transitoriness and their loss.

1966
born in Cloppenburg, lives in Dusseldorf
1986–1993
studied at the University of Essen
1992
studied at the Dusseldorf Academy of Arts
1996
master student of Bernd Becher

Laurenz Berges


Klaustrophobie muss unangenehm sein. Auch wenn man nicht darunter leidet, vermitteln die Fotoarbeiten von Laurenz Berges etwas davon. Der in Essen und an der Düsseldorfer Akademie ausgebildete Fotokünstler (Jg. 1966) beschätigte sich über Jahre mit leer gezogenen Bauten, erst mit Kasernen, die die abrückenden sowjetischen Soldaten in Ostdeutschland hinterließen, dann mit Dörfern, die für den rheinischen Braunkohlentagebau geräumt werden mussten. Die Spuren der früheren Bewohner sind allenthalben in den Arbeiten von Berges sichtbar. Die Ausschnitte der Innenaufnahmen sind eng und begrenzt. Der Blick wird auf Schmutzränder, funktionslose Steckdosen, verlassenes, zerschlissenes Mobiliar und düstere Zimmerecken konzentriert. Selten weitet sich die Perspektive zu einem Blick aus einem Fenster oder gar eine Außenaufnahme, aber auch draußen herrscht Trostlosigkeit. Wie konnte man es an diesen von Berges bloß gestellten Orten aushalten, ohne zum Psychopathen zu werden? Während das warme Licht, das bei wenigen Kaserneninterieurs spürbar ist, die Option auf eine ehem als anheimelnde Atmosphäre offen läßt, kann davon bei den Dörfern im Braunkohlenrevier nicht mehr die Rede sein. Berges’ minimalistische und lakonische Stillleben öffnen Räume menschlicher Existenz, die sich weit über das rein Sichtbare hinaus erstrecken.

Thomas Wiegand

See also Bernd, Hilla and the Others / Photography from Dusseldorf