KANNATTAA KÄYDÄ KATSOMASSA TÄÄ NÄYTTELY / You Should Go See This Exhibition (2017)

 

2017

Exhibited 3.6–20.6.2017 at Galleria Rajatila, Tampere FIN

 

This installation was built in a windowless gallery space. The walls, ceiling and floor were black, and there was a clear cellophane on the floor covering the area of the installation that filled almost the entire room. Viewers could move between the sculptures as if in a dark, mysterious oasis. The pieces vary from 40cm to 2 meters in height. The sculpture in the shape of a memorial fountain had a rotating led light as a part of it, which emitted a soft, mechanic murmur, animating the space. The lights were low, creating long shadows on the walls. 

 

Pictures: Iida-Liina Linnea

 

 

About the installation (English below):

Aloin tekemään taideteosta, ja kädet muokkasivat aivojen ohjeistuksella muistomerkin, joka on ilonpurkaus teoksen valmistumista kohtaan. Se on itse itsensä muusa ja voitonfanfaari. Suihkulähde kohoaa ja pyörii niin kauan, kun muovinen mekanismi jaksaa surruttaa, ja niin kauan on aikaa miettiä seuraavaa siirtoa. 

Jätesäkkisaarilla kasvaa palmuja. Kun ne saavat juurtua tarpeeksi kauan varaston nurkassa, ne heräävät henkiin ja kurkottavat ulospäin. Ja sitten kun pimeä laskee, puut näyttävät varjoissaan kääntyneen ympäri. Palmujen söpö, muovinen ja raapaleinen pinta saa pidemmät varjot öisin, kun ne ajelehtivat säkkiensä päällä vinossa valossa. Ne kasvavat lapsena viettämästäni ajasta arabiassa, muistaakseni silloin maailma näkyi palmunlehtien alta selkeämpänä –

 

ENG

I started to make an artwork. It turned out to be a memorial for it’s own completion. It is itself’s muse and victory call. The plastic and metal fountain rotates as long as it’s mechanism has the strength to keep going. That’s how much time there is to think of the next move. 

Small palm trees grow on garbage bags. When they get to root for long enough, they come alive and reach out. And then when darkness comes, they seem to have turned around in their shadows. Their cute, rugged, plastic surface grows taller shadows at night, as they float on their black plastic bags in the askew light. These trees grow from from the time I spent in the Middle-East as a teenager. As I recall, life seemed clearer then, from underneath the palm tree’s leaves –