Five minute video work shot in Lisbon. An intersection of lines act as threading agents to spatialise and expose the dig.
As part of the month-long residency/workshop at the Fondazione Antonio Ratti in Como, Italy, the participants assembled a brief two-day group show, with each artist showing one work at the Villa Grumello. “Sing, O Tongue, of Mystery” is a three-channel video installation which was shot in the Tuscany region of Italy. The work plays with an orchestration of synchronisation and dissonance.
In July 2014 I will be taking part in a month long residency with 14 other artists from around the world: Johann Arens (Germany), Maya Dikstein (Brazil), Shadi Harouni (Iran), Ode de Kort (Belgium), Alex McNamee (England), Alice Miceli (Brazil), Johan Österholm (Sweden), Oscar Santillan (Ecuador), Manuel Scano (Italy), Gonçalo Sena (Portugal), Linn Skaghammar (Sweden), Diego Thielemans (Belgium), Massimo Vaschetto (Italy) and Venturi-Vaslijević (Italy).
Tacita Dean, the invited artist, invites the participants to re-find what the Swiss writer Robert Walser named ‘sluggardising’ – interpreted by Dean as the ability to work while appearing to be doing nothing, most often when lying down.
Find more information about the residency here.
“Greatest Hits: Numbers One through Five” screened at the Everson gallery in Syracuse, New York, on astounding Brutalist awning of IM Pei’s Brutalist awning.
You can watch documentation of the entire program here.
Six different environments make close contact with one another while the camera deftly moves in between their proximities in a transitory state of wandering. The environments fluctuate between hyper-security public arenas to quiet zones of personal cleansing, from rhymed mantras to full-tilt free jazz expression. This exploration into self-amplification invites the viewer to move through images that act as spatial and bodily entities, lingering for a while on some and then, against all odds, arriving at an unexpected core.
An inactive swimming pool at the London 2012 Olympic Games provides the stage for this odic overflowing of directionless thought-production. As the figure emerges from beneath the glass surface of the pool, a restless crows witnesses an anti-epic astrological exchange. Myths are undone, metaphors are divided, moons speak in aphorisms, dog-brains are envied, colonial explorers appear on jumbotrons and, above all, victory vanishes from the game.