Monday 25 June 2007

Paik Hae Young Gallery

Power and Erlend will stay for some days at this excellent residency courtesy of Paik Hae Young Gallery in Itaewon. The house is a beautiful building that holds gallery, offices, guest rooms and an apartment.

Jooyoung, Jan, Erlend, Ms Paik Hae Young and Power.

Gallery view/cityscape

Garden

John Tremblay exhibition

Random photos

We are cutting corners... from now on only one dish of food for the entire group per day.

Haejun Park is the landlord of the gallery and runs the Sum Bar in Hongdae.

Bjørn's mind speaks for itself...

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Maybe I should think about sh.., um, theory now?

I should most probably be full of thoughts and theory about all this that we are doing in Seoul. That's most likely why I was invited in the first place. I think I am thinking about all of this, and I may only have a grand constipation, or something? Coz my shit is not coming out loose and lightly. Thoughts about Henri Lefebvre's oeuvre simmer together with thoughts on political standpoints about Venezuela and have to become a soup pretty soon. I need not only to chew on it but also to digest after which I can finally, hopefully if I'm lucky enough, take a dump and create one of those fuming bear shits that Charles Bukowski is talking about HERE. By the way - not in any way would I be comparing myself with Bukowski or any other poet/writer, I'm shitting a different sort of texts, but I would never the less be comparing the processes of writing any kind of texts with each other.

PS. Experiencing constipation while on a deadline is nothing new. Ask any kind of writer.

Jan Christensen




Jan Christensen is an artist from Norway, based in Berlin, and doing a residency in Norway at the moment also. So he travels a bit and he's doing painting, video, music. He left art school in 2000. He has a very clear understanding of the artworld and thinks the market is overheated.

Born to parents who made a fortune in shipping in the late 60s, Jan is the one-man party, author function-umbrella under which we all try to hide. When he is not conducting experiments on the nature and practice of various forms of value he enjoys dragging people off to join weird cults from which no individualized personality ever escapes, drinking Jinro and flyfishing. He has a remarkable ability to make the flies feel that they are important, if disposable, actors in a creative game in which process is what matters, not the final display of fish on the table.

He is currently in the market for a videocamera, a JVC GZ-HD7EX, and his next project will be to direct the movie "Jim Jil Bangers 17" starring his old friend, and longtime adult-actor, Leif Magne Tangen (who is joining us in Seoul for the 195-project next week.)

His most recent exhibitions include Tempo Skien, Initialraum (Münster) "Believers and Illusionists at R.T. Hansen (Berlin). He is the main artistic supervisor of Kunstverein Privaten Zimmer.

Jan is also dyslexic but has managed to overcome this obstacle to make great sucess as a textbased artist.

Interference

The key word here in the process has to be: interference. To make all the artists involved and the art works should be cut'n'pasted into the show and the artists "should" interfere with one and another.

Update on our Seoul-life in progress

Back in Fort Banga Banga after a visit to Paik Hae Young Gallery where Jan, Jooyoung, Erlend and myself saw Paik Hae Young herself and managed to somehow convince her that we were honest and wonderful people that deserved to stay in her supernice modernistic building (built only 35 years ago) where she lives, has a gallery and also have some spare rooms for art people like our self for a week at least. Me very happy. We'll sleep in real beds tonight - at least Erlend and myself!

Jan is still super enthusiastic about the Jjimjingbang however so he'll stay on a while longer together with Bjørn.

Erlend took off to explore the city's fashion district by himself, Jooyoung went to do some errands just like Jan, and I came back to the project space to find Bjørn surfing some pages about Seoul's more shady districts. I'm looking forward to that excursion.

Last night we spent working until late and then we went to the bar SUM that is owned by the sweet lady who owns the building of the gallery. SUM is by the way a great place with four cats, a homely environment and a giant record collection with some mean Korean disco from the 70-ies. We had a few drinks, spoke about the importance of a good pick-up line and had quite an early night due to the early morning meeting this morning at the gallery. A slight confusion about the date of the opening occurred but I believe that everything is settled now, but I suspect I'll find out later tonight when we had our meeting. I am happy that we now have a lay-out for the invitation card (below) signed Bjørn-Kowalski Hansen. Me thinks it looks much like "I dream of Jeannie".

I'm assigned by the INSA Art Space to write a text on the exhibition we had a talk about the other day, so I'd better get on with it immediately!

One of Erlend's other projects

I am sitting in the Jimjilbang reading my emails properly here at night and realize that our companion Erlend Hammer has written the following press release for a show opening at Lautom Contemporary in Oslo now June 28th. Nice little text, it's just a press release, he did not curate the show (my other friend Raimar Stange did,) but he wrote this text for it. I wanted to link directly to the website HERE, but for some reason it is not online there nor is he credited. But here it is for all the our dedicated friends who follow our work in Seoul:

So there I was in Berlin generally minding my own business and then Randi flew down so that I could meet Raimar. ”I think you two will really get along” she said. ”What the hell?” I thought. ”You could be brothers” she said when we were sitting in Raimar’s kitchen. ”What? Nooo...” Raimar and I both said with exactly the same look on our faces.

”Historyteller.” There’s something just slightly off with that word. It’s very close to what we are used to, but that little prefix suddenly makes all the difference and adds a tension that transgresses the cosiness of just telling stories. It’s like in that great episode in season 7 of Buffy where Andrew the reformed geek is telling the story of “Buffy- slayer of the vampires.” Immediately your ears prick up.

Raimar tells us that the exhibition is structured in sections: history of pop culture, history of politics, history of science, history of architecture, history of art. So then it’s a history of the Project of Enlightenment, I think. But now that all that is over and done with, should we still understand it as a collection of different histories developing in parallel alongside each other? Of course not. In reality they’re all branches of the same thing, the human storytelling that makes up the entirety of our shared histories and cultures. Not so much autonomous units within a framework, and more like different genres within a shared social practice. Science, for example, is the genre where we tell the story of how to master nature. Art is the genre where, depending on certain preferences, we tell stories amuse and delight, or shock and raise awareness. A huge part of modernity was about defining how these genres differed, and a large part of postmodernity has been about describing how they are similar. So we’ve become more interested in how they don’t differ. There is difference, of course, but it is usually of focus, not kind.

Returning the difference between story and history, the central issue here concerns how the word history writes a check that story knows won’t clear. History makes certain demands that story usually does not. History is what happened. A story is what I want to tell you. For this exhibition the phrase is adjusted, so that your attention is projected towards how it is a history that I want to tell you. Well maybe not I, but Matthew Antezzo, Isabell Heimerdinger, Christine & Irene Hohenbüchler, Elke Marhöfer, Karina Nimmerfall, Peter Pommerer, Julia Schulz, Veronika Schumacher, Christine Würmell. And Raimar Stange brought them together to do so at Lautom Contemporary, Randi Thommessen’s gallery in Oslo.

So then, back in Raimar’s kitchen, we talk about football, whether or not Bill Drummond is just a cynic and how Øystein Aasan had told Randi that Raimar probably shouldn’t hang the exhibition by himself. And then suddenly Randi says that the real reason we needed to meet was because I would be writing the press release for the exhibition. “Sometimes Erlend is kind of a gonzo writer” she said. “I don’t care” Raimar said.

Erlend Hammer