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Open Borders | Martin Walde and Jens Asthoff |
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Martin Walde talks to Jens Asthoff |
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It seems to me that your oeuvre is
imbued with a characteristic openness. You often
set works up as a tightrope walk between dissolving
or self-preserving form, they are almost never
static in a sculptural sense, more like fields of
action, or perhaps stage situations. Do you agree
with that, and how would you describe this openness
in more detail?
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Der Duft der verblühenden Alpenrose |
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Enactments |
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Loosing Control |
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Wormcomplex |
I'm not sure about that now. I really do try to create a
precise situation. And to that extent it cannot remain
open. A good example of that is the installation called
Das Parfum – Der Duft der verblühenden Alpenrose in the Villa Arson, Nice. This work was about
odours, which can be strong triggers for desires, memories
and images. Here there is something intangible
about them that cannot be defined precisely.
My grandfather dreamed of a perfume that caught
the fragrance of an alpine rose just before it fades,
but he never actually made it. I had that perfume
manufactured. Two generations later I wanted to
quench that longing – only to find out I hadn't got a
single step closer. A chance occurrence in the Paris
Métro showed me precisely how I might manage to
do it: two sixteen-year-olds were sitting there, and
one of them was rolling a half-empty transparent
plastic bottle two and fro with the tip of his foot.
The bottle was filled with pink lemonade, exactly
the same colour as the perfume. I liked the way the
situation was so casual and ambiguous. Did the bottle
belong to the boys, or did they just happen to be
playing with it, like a ball? The two of them soon got
off the train, the bottle kept rolling around and then
stopped somewhere. And the foot touching the bottle
really did play a large part in the later exhibition. |
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The Invisible Line |
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The Big Perch |
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Tie or Untie |
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Green Gel |
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Shrinking Bottles / Melting Bottles |
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Jelly Soap |
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Handmates |
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The Tea Set |
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Fridgerose |
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Clips of Slips |
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NOFF #1 |
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NOFF #2 |
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NOFF #3 |
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NOFF #4 |
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The situation you describe reminds me of your
Enactments. So what did this installation
in Nice look like? |
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Siamese Shadow |
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Concoctions |
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It was a room lined with solid white polystyrene. So
you were bound to make it dirty if you walked on it.
And you sink into polystyrene a bit as well. I liked that
for this situation: packaging, soft but noisy, just as
Polystyrene is. A material that quickly falls apart and
creaks up into little white balls. Which leads to another
obsessive situation. It was a very precise decision in
erms of obsessive potential. And here it goes back
o other observations and drawings, to Enactments and Loosing Control. There was this girl on the bus with a bit of polystyrene in her hand and she was
rustling around with it. She'd pull a bit off it, hold it to her ear and then put it away in her bag. She did
that for three-quarters of an hour. Polystyrene gets
to some people like that. But you can never say in
advance how much and exactly what it will do for any
given person. But simply looking at a particular material
can set something off in us and trigger obsessive
or ritual behaviour. (>>> continued) |
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Liquid Dispenser |
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Jens Asthoff |
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Martin Walde |
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