málve & vernis. light tales of no where ends. voilá this is the 2024 collage series released during an exhibition opening on 7th of november 2024 at lovely raum in raum, so while i set this tale online – there is still an opportunity to see it live at 7th district in vienna. still on until 28th of november*. back in the days when i decided to live in vienna, i had my first solo exhibtion in this room, so over a decade later, i am back at raum in raum. a merci to ursula – your niche is indeed a lovely space to exchange with other kind human kinds. so if you have time – take a glimpse at this art & culture off space based in 7th district vienna. you will find some impressions of the vernissage in the section exhibition soon. part of the exhibition is also a kind light installation with my beloved dear old friend the demolux overhead & paxiscope.
back to the series & the self definition as visual story teller. you might think – same procedure as every year. for my series, i start defining my subject by writing a text. what you find below is the english version. the original text for ‘málve & vernis.’ is written in german. some mistakes or errors occur, however you will call these imperfections – i am far beyond image & everything collaged unknowable. my year 2024 was partly in shadows. for some times i could not even leave the obscure, i forgot about the other rooms in or of my mindset. so this is like the title says, something about infinite endings. about arranging the mess after leaving the canvas of relation. my light is still on. the series contains 17. figures & one miniature organic collage add on, framed in an indeed lovely wooden frame. this analogue work is kind of living, as i added some fresh organic stuff beside dried things, not knowing where this might end. of course & still i admire by heart the old, the gone. things i behold in old rusty boxes until i release & revive them. i try to take care, also about you. sometimes people ask about my development, some think it is only progress when it is loud, obvious, but sometimes it is in minor details. i feel no need to redefine myself all the time for a market, i need to be okay with all the things which are already here – my focus is not about all the gaps & things which are not part of my passage in a lifetime. no need to be someone else for someone elses expectation. this is a point of view from a little ship, my relevance in this supersaturated market is as someone at the vernissage quoted patti smith ‘pissing in a river.’ outside – it is everything a bit to much of anything. i just can not miss out doing the things i love to do. the world within the within is the world i prefer to believe in. maybe there are some people out there who appreciate, who feel something. i define life as feeling something at all, sharing it for the good. an alchemy of soul. growing a garden out of shadows.
‘in flowers i trust.™’ ♥︎
about the málve & vernis.
light tales of no where ends.
there is a little light in the room i set up for you. what does it mean to unveil what reposed in a box
until time dissolves & recomposes it to an other. this is a trial to leave the niche within 17. figures.
the however grew up when the us evaporated in an end & found itself as oneself. málves no where
ends in tales & projection – where the toothbrush sleeps secluded in the glas & the i sews zigzag
shadowedges while hunted by a self.
where to go when this everyday self dresses up in obscure. skull moths are kite flying in interlines,
hanging inbetween & on a way to light. bounded to fragile filaments of dreams & trauma. with no words
we speak about the same, without even & odd knowing what it means for a vis-à-vis. subconscious.
that means nothing to me. you say nothing more.
your tale steaming up the pale blue mirror twining around striped horses on the run.
stiched off fears fringing the tiny hare sleeping beneath her ribs. he can not find the point.
i take a patch & wait if the kid & the fear beneath dissapears.
which row is the right for amissed ones. what is it now? a pattern, enmeshing, unstitching,
helical ups & downs. lost messages by an oversight, words not to be said, anyway never been spoken.
a liason of unwritten words on rosas pina pain. just paper. enveloped in daydreams. málve awakened,
millefleur chemise of a night, envelope of memories, casket with a ship, sails set. a typewrite, letters,
every thing turned to be so small.
as if this one us would & should have ever been written in capitals. it does not have to be loud
if it carries meaning & truth within. soft brise, nightly butterflies & heavy coated dark circled eyes
take a glance at light. stolen flowers drying in match boxes. string & corduroy vernis speaks through
flowers & opens the window in the tree house. no where, where above & below are tangled in pure mess.
gauged & without measure. he applies coats of paint in málves delight, strolling as shadow & padding
in the last layer. chess mate inbetween varnish*. should carry it all. no clear-cut. she was never in the picture.
just cinnamon & blood. one hand is holding still, while past falls off in memorandum. it is just tiny tales,
scars & rays of hope escalating & outweighing, until you capture them in artworks, frames & arrange.
time & this everything.
it does not have to be meaningful for you. if you see vernis, say hello. i left the little light on for him.
málve is blooming in the garden. still life. if i watch him from now & forever, while he is watching the tree
from the window place – i am almost there – where no where ends.
*varnish. ’…the film-forming substances in varnishes either harden directly, as soon as the solvent
has fully evaporated, or harden after evaporation of the solvent through curing processes…‘
♥︎
– light tales of no where ends. –
all works are digital collages, available as fineartprints on vat paper (hahnemühle) in antique or vintage frames each sujet. this time i decided to go with an edition of 1. the works will be soon available via my webshop. if you prefer direct contact or if you have questions write me a message.
*07.11.–28.11.24.
opening 07.11. 7pm
closing 28.11. 7pm
raum im raum
kirchberggasse 11. 1070. vie.
