I want to do more research on the origin of knowledge and the clustering of it in different locations and along different routes at certain times throughout history. I feel that it is an investigation that relates to contemporary culture which appears to have become a culture of surface, one of having rather than being (yes, that’s a quote from Guy Deborge.. clearly miss-spellt)..
It feels like a relative revival of the Dark Ages ruled by crusades and propaganda. Fear and ignorance which people appear to willingly subscibe to and a condition they seem to embrace… However at every age there were glimmers of hope, beacons of humanity and moral….
I would like to use some time investigating the historical movements of knowledge gathering and distribution across the maps of the world…
My initial visual output I will probably concentrate on and around the fable of Babylon, the associated loss of the unifying human language and with that the fable-beginning of misunderstanding and fractioning being perhaps a root cause of war..
At the moment I envisage a sculptural and film expression/ outcome.. I just require some space to think in and work in. The exact route that the project will take will depend somewhat on the available space and resources, but essentially I can provide myself everything in order to make something. But of course the more additional resources are available the more this concept and manifestation can grow.
Access to information resources, with that the internet and well stocked libraries, are vital to me. Some opportunities for quality conversations, too.
Most I really would love to have enough time to really immerse myself in the research and experimenting with possibilities for a resulting exhibition..
I have such a strong back ground in drawing practice, which I haven’t connected with for a fairly long time, I would like to pick up on that again; in fact I feel a neccessity and deep urge to…
Venetian Infusion !
Well steeped, strong and no additives.
Just a quick note to announce my return from the place of black squid sauce and stripy blue and white sweat-shirts..
More about these Biennale Pre-view days when I have got used to that I am no longer travelling everywhere by boat or blister inducing ally-way walks…
12 more hours and I will be flaneuring along the canals of Venice…
The most romantic city in the world, allegedly… (However, the reality may just be a city that casts a sharp eye on it’s many visiting artists, travelling accross the globe to find themselves in fiece competition, eye-to-eye-races to impress the next bigger and better and more emminent persons of rank and influence..) Nevertheless, I will soon be viewing all kinds of art, some wonderful, some less so, in exquisite location..Marvelous!
Should one bring the laptop and harddrive to get on with some work while there, or just give up on that altogether…? Take a book instead…? It has been such a long time since I have been detached from my laptop.. Such a long time since I have just had the indulgence of immersing myself in the print of a book…
Since it will be my 3rd visit to Venice, I may be less in awe of the location and perhaps more able to focus on work..? It would require another 5kg of gear to carry around… Will I really have time..?
Perhaps just the pen and paper and there will undoubtedly be at least one book that will find it’s way accross a till counter and into my bag.. Maybe it is a rare opportunity to leave the laptop-film-editing work behind and embrace the time to think, let the muse come by and kiss me thoroughly…
Yes, it shall be a pen and paper and daydream kind of trip. That is that… decided..
(Oh, but the laptop looks me in the eye and says: " Are you really sure about that…? Think about the deadlines speeding closer and closer…")
The Real Thing at the Tate….
contemporary art from China..
The first room that I walked into made my heart jump with joy, the second caused my eyes to well up with delight and the third just finished me off… I had to slow down to take time and dry the dribble that was running down my chin because I was close to losing bodily controls due to happyness and excitement….
Then I reached the 4th work and stood in awe…
THIS is the kind of art which once moved me so much that I found myself on a path which lead me to where I am now. This is inspirational work, I am stuck for words… And then it carried on. There were more pieces… just as good. My god I love it. The FIRST show since the last Venice Biennale that moved me, excited me, made me giddy with contented eyes and soul..
Oh happiness..
THERE is art.
And now I am packing to get on a plane and see what delights and artistic delicacies the Vennice Biennale will offer..
My god. The life !!
The show has come down yesterday and there are just some things to move from the cathedral to my house now.
When will I have the luxury of an art handling team at my disposal..?
AND I should be on my way to the Venice Biennale/ Biennial on thursday but now there is no room, no bed to be found anywhere..
So here is my SOS to the world:
can anyone put me up in their apartment, their room, underneath their bed, on the sofa, in the shower..? As long as I have a blanket.. (Well, and I am bringing white trousers, so sleeping underneath the Rialto is out of the question, as I also like to wash sometimes.. in privacy prefereably..)
So SOS & please direct rescue (in decending order)
to:
[email protected]
myspace.com/papersculptures
myspace.com/birgitdeubner
