Sozialistische Plastik (sic), 2019
Installationsansicht/ installation view: artspring 2019, Zeiss-Großplanetarium Berlin
War es an ihr, anti-Spionage/Unterdrückungsstaat-Kunst zu machen oder sollte sie verträumte Ostblock-Datschen-Geschichten zu erzählen? Das Beton umamrt sie sanft.
Was it up to her to make anti-espionage/oppressive state-art or should she tell dreamy nostalgic Eastern bloc-”Datschen”-stories? The concrete embraces her softly.
Come over here, I tell you something.
At nigth, you howl at the moon in your 5 qm concrete block, or you cry through every night, until the neighboors catch you on the stairs to ask you if everything is ok. The most awesome thing is that you can race around the block. The rolls make a certain noise when you go over the gaps filled with tar. Later this will influence your taste in music. Next to the small hill at the tram staton, there is a really broad concrete plate way, where you race against imaginary opponents. You know exactly at what spot you have to stop. Sometimes, though, you and your real friends run through the small area inbetween the layup loop of the tram, the district calls wildlife reserve. At some point you realize how warm and smooth concrete feels. And you like to snuggle up to it or to the woodchip wallpaper. From the windowsill you can see over the edge of the city, without coal cellar scent, without transept, without boiler, that malfunctions in the middle of taking a shower. Just you and the channel with the longdistance heat pipes. On which you got your first kiss.
Installation composed of wooden objects, photographs taken in former East Germany (Magdeburg, Chemnitz, Berlin) and Georgia, photographs taken from the family archive, concrete scraps, an original woodcut of a female pioneer, drawings, an office plant and prose extracts. All hold together in a wooden frame, two window shades and a square of linoleum covering that resemble a room corner.