Wilde Träume / Wild dreams, 2020
Stadtgalerie
Vöcklabruck
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„Ist Wachsein etwas anderes als das Deuten unserer Träume, und ist Träumen etwas anderes als das Deuten unseres Wachseins? “ Jonathan
Safran
Foer– Alles ist erleuchtet.
"What
is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?" Jonathan Safran Foer– Everything is illuminated.
Erfinden, träumen, erinnern, Geschichten erzählen, erfinden, erinnern, Geschichte werden, träumen, vergessen, erfinden, erinnern,... Geschichten schichten, Schichten „
Wilde Träume“ vermischt die Dinge, schamlos und archaisch, so wie ein Kind es tun würde. Jedes Objekt hat hier seine Bedeutung und
eine Geschichte.
In den Galerieräumen finden sich raumgreifende Installationen und Zeichnungen,
neben einer kuriosen,
experimentellen Sammlung von (persönlichen) Fundgegenständen und Assemblagen.
Was für uns einfache Holzstücke mit Furchen und Kerben sind, waren schon im Mittelalter Objekte,
wie das Kerbholz, die zur Erinnerung dienten um Schulden, Geschichten und Geschehnisse zu
dokumentieren. Auch
die Inuits Grönlands nützten, oft als Landkarten interpretiert, Holzschnitzereien
als Illustrationen von Geschichten,
Orten, Dingen und Personen.
Da ist meine Kindheit und da ist seine. Ich erkenne und erinnere mich und vergesse und gebe weiter,
fast gleichzeitig.
Das Kind erkennt Dinge in den Dingen, an die ich mich erinnere, sie erkannt zu haben.
Es erfindet Dinge
und ich erfinde sie weiter und dann träumen wir. Und dann kann man sie nicht mehr
genau erkennen, dann verschwinden
sie.
Manches ist von Anfang an erfunden und wird mir zur Erinnerung. Die Zeiten vermischen und
überlagern sich. Was
bleibt, sind neben den Erinnerungen, diese Objekte. Unzählige Steine, Holzstücke
und Stöcke, Papier, Muscheln,
Zapfen, Samen. Sie gleichen anderen und sind doch aufgeladen und
voller Geschichten.
Inventing, dreaming, remembering, telling stories, inventing, remembering, becoming history, dreaming,
forgetting, inventing, remembering, Layering stories, layers "Wild dreams" mixes things up, shamelessly
and archaically, like a child would. Every object here has its meaning and a story. The rooms are filled
with extensive installations and drawings, in addition to a curious, experimental collection of (personal)
found objects and assemblages. Simple pieces of wood with furrows and notches in
the Middle Ages such
as the notched wood served as a reminder to document debts, stories and events. The Inuits of Greenland
also used wood carvings often interpreted as maps, as illustrations of stories, places, things and people.
There is my childhood and there is his. I recognize things and remember and forget and pass on, almost
simultaneously. The child recognizes things in the things that I remember having recognized. The child
invents things and I keep reinventing them and then we dream. And then you can no longer see them clearly,
they disappear.
Some things were invented from the beginning and are a memory to me. The times mix and overlap.
In addition to the memories, what remains are these objects. Countless stones, pieces of wood and sticks,
paper, shells, cones, seeds. They are like others and yet they are charged and full of stories.
The museum of dreams: Bones, books, masks, weapons, animals, orientation, ships, luck, happyness
The book "Die Welt" is found three times in the exhibition, always marking a new chapter.
on the right: masks and items of communication
objects of my childhood overlap with the childhood of my child.
other objects were added
The table of orientation: drawing, tree bark (Borkenkäfer), stick, leaflet of the exhibiton, rocks, metal
found objects - Weapons: pistols, swords, bombs / pencil drawing of a built sword
drawings and found objects, dollhouse
The childs first dream was about the dark waters of the lake next to our house. The video shows that water upside down.
For a periode of over a year the child tells me what to draw. It is always a ninja. I follow his instructions but also use
his drawings in the exhibition.
Later on I draw the things he builds. In the exhibition I build what I drew from what he built. I wonder if it was the other way around.
Himmelszelt, tent poles, book, sticks, rocks, map of stars, salt on black paper, duvet, drawing on fabric, glas vase
adaptation of "Imagine a universe in which to understand anything you have to understand everything."
pencil + water color on fabric
The sea becomes the sky becomes the sea becomes the sky,...
digital print on fabric
Photos: Katharina Lackner
