SUV 13. JULY – 15. JULY 2018
WERKSCHAUHALLE SPINNEREISTRASSE 7 HALLE 18 04279 LEIPZIG
The eponymous SUV, a symbol of the Zeitgeist forms the center of the exhibition: Seven european art spaces each curate one car. For three days the SUV becomes a display for contemporary art production.
with:
FUTURE SUBURBAN CONTEMPORARY / Copenhagen
PANE PROJECT / Milan
BIKINI SPACE / Basel
KONSTANET / Tallinn
GALERIE A.M. 180 / Prague
DIE WALZ / Frankfurt, London
organized by Tine Günther, Marian Luft and Ronny Szillo in cooperation with BSMNT
http://suv.bsmnt.info
logo & keychain: Selam X
graphicdesign: Teresa Schönherr
photography: Marian Luft
BIKINI SPACE Basel
WHATEVER COMES
Maya Hottarek
The SUV is power
The SUV is protection
The SUV is preparation
whatever comes from afar
my safe space is my car
the abuse of power
comes at high speed
A.M. 180 GALLERY Prague
DARKNESS FALLS
Anna Ročňová, Jakub Choma, Martina Růžičková & Max Lysáček, Jakub Hošek, Olbram Pavlíček, Filip Dvořák & Martin Kolarov, Anežka Hošková, BJÖRN-SONOVA (Zuzana Žabková, Nik Timková, Lucie Mičíková), Thomas Absolon curated by Christina Gigliotti
Turn on the headlights and drive as fast as you can out of the woods. Close the air conditioning vents. Turn off the radio. Try not to make a sound or else they might hear you. The swarm! You’ll hear their wings buzzing and see them glowing green! Drive, drive!
KONSTANET Tallinn
VANISHING AUTOMATONS FOR CLOUD-BASED MYSTERIES
Marek Delong, Norman Orro, Anna Slama curated by Keiu Krikmann
Approach and see! Step into the demo vault! Guided by the engineer’s sulphur touch, two days and nights of magic! The hidden daughter of no-one, the monosyllabic girl! A dark seance of profound mysteries – Olimpia’s still heart and beating lungs!
DIE WALZ Frankfurt, London
100 JAHRE OFFSPACE
Tina Kohlmann, Camilla Steinum, Hanna Maria Hammari, Martin Kähler, Burkhard Beschow, Robert Brambora, Fabian Kuntzsch, Rainer Kuntzsch, Carla-Luisa Reuter, Moritz Grimm
I am a world. I am not the only world. That’s the problem. But I am a world. And I am under the obligation to find out whatever it is that goes on in that world. to discover and enlarge what goes on in THIS world, which is all of you and many millions of people both living and dead. Past and to come. - ohne Walz kein Meister
feels so good to feel the pain feels so good to feel again
PANE PROJECT Milan
STICKERSUV
Iain Ball, Maya Ben David, Monia Ben Hamouda, Vitaly Bezpalov, Bob Bicknell-Knight, Michael Boelt Fischer, Jakub Choma, Nicole Colombo, Francisco Cordero-Oceguera, Adam Cruces, Barbora Fastrová, Dorota Gawęda and Eglė Kulbokaitė, Uffe Isolotto, Ittah Yoda, Dani Jakob, Botond Keresztesi, Alice Khalilova, Nile Koetting, Michele Gabriele, Lucia Leuci, Marian Luft, Maja Malou Lyse, Alejandra Muñoz, Carlos Noronha Feio, Rolf Nowotny, Jaakko Pallasvuo, Nuno Patrício, Peggy Pehl, Nicolas Pelzer, Frederick Powell, Giulia Ratti, Giulio Scalisi, Namsal Siedlecki, Nanna Starck, Ronny Szillo, Patrick Tuttofuoco, Reis Valdrez, Maurizio Vicerè, Bruno Zhu, Soundtrack by Go Dugong
Every morning she would wake up at dawn and cross the city, lingering every time she met a seedling grown in the walls crawlspaces. She would caress the leaves, unable to say anything because of the strong emotion, the air stuck in her throat. Each time it was a total shock, but that time was unforgettable, forever stuck in her mind.
She stole the adhesive stickers from her mother‘s purse, Esselunga’s collection points (every 25 euros of shopping, a stamp; 100 stamps for a microwave oven with incorporated grill). She twisted the stickers around the stems, rubbing them between the forfinger and the thumb. She stuck them accurately onto the faded petals of the city flowers. She even used a magnifying glass to do so.
The operation was more complex than she expected, but she stuck with it.
She walked by the cars parked in the dark, stuck around until the smell of freshly baked bread spread in the air.
Suddenly, she ran into the parking lot, brandished the bundle of owers weighted down by the stickers and punched the sleepy cars with her own fist. A concert of alarms, a chorus of crazy flocks. It really stuck in somebody’s craw. She stuck around puzzled, wondering why there were all those screams.
FUTURE SUBURBAN CONTEMPORARY Copenhagen
FSC ETERNAL SOUND EXPERIMENT (ESE) #2 TAKE ME TO YOUR DEALERS (TMTYD)
REPTILIAN HYPER BODIES – FREQUECIATORS OF UNKNOWN FORCES (RHB - FOUF)
Tarik Hindic, NDRAP Development, Tine Günther, Marian Luft, NoOne, Markus von Platen, Toke Flyvholm, 0FASH, Vebjørn Guttormsgaard Møllberg & Jørn Tore Egseth, Frans Ibon - Baby Ibon, GAZRAPSE, Daniel Iinatti, Anna Walther, Agnete Ber- tram, Age of Aquarius, Vilde Tuv, Burkut Kum, Sabine Kongsted, Rikard Thambert, Anders Hergum, Jan Moszumański, Anna Ørberg, Paul Philipp Heinze, Line Larsen, Ronny Szillo, Miriam Kongstad, Kim Klevin, Henning Lundkvist curated by FSC, NDRAP Development, Jens Ivar Kjetså
As a vessel floating on hard asphalt rivers with the red lights leaving the past behind entering the futures with the bright white lights like the earth blood vessels Like a bullit and container of travelling dreams leading the way toward home/away step inside of this joyride
Intro: RE/actions shaped as Totally engagement multi sensorially becoming the vessel, a liquid and transformative shamanic creature on a hyper trip into the unknown. old ritualistic structures and the curiosity of the unknown. Midtones: no real beginning and end, fading in and out of control. Bass: Building equipments Prepping for the futures Total engagement with the instruments Total engagement with the now Course: Taste, smell, touch, feel, hot, cold, sound, silence, body, fire, food, earth, words, voices, breathing, lights, smoke, NOW. Outro: surfaces of the inter/dark/intra/contra-web deeper and deeper into IT.
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