Sometimes life makes us tired. We forget that even the smallest of our actions can change the state of things. Borders around us that could easily be overcome are left standing. Out of fear of the amount of work necessary to tear them down we choose to ignore them. We sometimes even make them look "nicer" and leave them where they are, untouched.
More than 20 persons helped me crochet the pieces needed for the "granny square" patchwork blanket installed in/on an old rusting fence, marking a border taken over by nature.
Häkeltreff mit Granny Squares, 5 Mai 2019 Begleitprogramm zur Ausstellung „BAUHAUSFRAUEN“, Kunsthalle Erfurt
Aus der Ankündigungstext: Die Installation „Sugarcoating“ ist eine Arbeit die sich mit unserem Umgang mit Grenzen beschäftigt. Lassen wir uns begrenzen, einengen und festnageln oder finden wir, immer und immer wieder Kraft und Mut die Grenzen einzureißen und unsere Leben zu verändern? In lockerer Atmosphäre bietet sich bei Kaffee und Keksen die Möglichkeit mit der Künstlerin Nina Lundström Granny Squares zu häkeln.
DANKE! Ein großen Dank an alle die am Sonntag mitgehäkelt haben! An diesen Nachmittag entstand über 80 neue Häkelquadrate für die Installation Sugarcoating. Sie werden Teil des Werkes werden und die gehäkelte Decke erweitern.
Wir blicken zurück und sehen eine Ergebniskette, ein klarer Verlauf. Schnell vergessen wir die nicht genommene Abzweigungen, die Unsicherheit, das Unklare. Die Geschichte wird immer aus der Perspektive der Erzählende wiedergegeben. Und doch war sie eine Wolke von sich aufeinander beziehende Kleinstentscheidungen.
When Grandma died, I inherited a bag of lace. Handmade lace, beautiful, delicate, and obviously it must have taken ages to crochet it... Why did my Grandma never sew it into bedsheets and pillow cases? Why did she never finish her dowry? This video is an interview with my mother, unearthing Grandmas secret, and many others I did not even know existed.
A room filled with plates give us the possibility to step outside the borders of normal life. Setting the table turns into an absurd ritual, empty of meaning. Each step becomes exciting. Every visitor is faced with his or her own past, china bearing memories of countless dinners and celebrations, joy and sorrow.
A major part of life is spent sleeping. We retreat into ourselves,gather strenght, dream the hours away. But sleep can also be a way of not facing up to unpleasant truths. Cowardly we shy away, try to escape into sleep. In ”Hibernate” I pull the blankets away, exposing myself to the stares of strangers and friends. But then again,I cover myself up. The blankets keep building up, and soon it becomes almost impossible to move and breath, sleep becomes my prison.
What happens, when the ground is no longer secure, when we move to an inbetween state? We face an ocean of grey dust, a Sisyphuswork left unfinished. Dust cover the table, but why? This neverending work opens up possibilities, a way of giving value to things small and precious, questioning how we spend our time.