2010




Untitled

Tatort, solo-exhibition curated by Jamila Adeli
Gallery Christian Hosp, Berlin
September 25 – November 20, 2010


The installation is made of a projection of a spiral text around a sculptural object in the middle. The text is projected from the ceiling onto the floor. Each of the letters is made of light. In order to understand the text one has to get inside of the work, walk and read in the same circular direction as the letters are. The observer's shadow and those of other observers cover up parts of the text. In the centre of the installation, and thus at the end of the text, is a kind of a bird's nest made of barbed wire which is wrapped with human hair. The inside of the nest seems soft and cosy contrasting with an aggressive look and feel created by the brilliant barbed wire wrapped with dark hair.

Everything is interwoven: text, meaning, materials. The reference to the hair is explained in the text. The barbed wire refers to injuries to the skin on the surface of the body. Small bundles of animal coats are often caught on barned wire fences. Thus “hair” is not uncommon in connection with barbed wire, even if it seems to be so when one sees the work. The combination of these two materials evokes associations of captivity that are also testified by the text.

Rather than being a simple biographical report the text is a document of a non-physical nakedness which utters itself trough a double voice: the minor voice of a child and the accusatory voice of an adult. The whole installation, the projection of light, the words on the ground and the barbwire-nest, can be read as an analogy to a human life rooted in the early memories.

I imagine the soul as a spherical entity; as we experience life in time and space it must be orbicular. But the soul that is embodied through the spiral text lies flat on the ground. It grows but through a circular movement, as if it is somehow bound to the nest, which is threatening while cosy looking. In my analogy the nest functions as the symbolical epicentre for childhood memories of nameless and damaged lives. With the work Untitled I wanted to erect a silent memorial to these anonymous memories.