Zeit und Wieder (Time and Over)
Drawings and sculptural interventions:
Gallery Huber Gueffon, Munich, Germany, March 25. to May 5. 2003
Casts of body shapes - knee, thigh, calf, abdomen, elbow - emerge from the gallery walls. A half-dozen of these sculptural interventions were spread over the gallery space. They are "pale as the wall itself", hardly noticeable. Only light and shadow define their materiality. They are titled with texts of prose that combine with the sculpted image to form fictitious portraits, incarnate memories, blending in with the existing architecture.
Four desks display 50 sheets of handwriting - remarks, comments, or observations, by Toronto citizens in their first language and writing. The writing samples were combined with textual fragments that sketch the situation, the person, the act of writing and the sharing of an intimate thought.
Toronto is the world's most multicultural city. Because the majority of the population are immigrants, the most frequently asked question is: "Were are you from?". In Toronto, people do not share "one history", there are thousands of stories of leaving one's country, one's family, one's childhood, back in "another place" in the world. Memories mix with reality, images and perceptions overlay each other in multiple layers. The multicultural society translates into multipersonality for the individual. Most harbor an unfullfilled longing for their "utopia", perhaps describing an imaginary spot where Canada merges seamlessly with the places of their childhood. Any affirmation of a new home carries with it ambiguity, nourished by distant images and fading memories.
Sie würde das Messer über die Haut entlanggleiten lassen. Den Druck verstärken, bis ein Schnitt entstehen würde. Den Schnitt längen. Dem Fluß des Blutes nachgehen. Dem Verschwinden der Wärme beiwohnen. Und spüren, wie die Dinglichkeit diesen Körper beschleicht.
She would let the knife glide over the skin. Increase the pressure, until a cut would form. Lengthen the cut. Follow the flow of blood. Watch the disappearance of warmth. And feel, how otherness invades this body.
She stood in the kitchen, leaning against the wall. The left leg crossed before the right one, which carried her whole weight. She did not help. She just watched, like she did usually.