Four three-meter showcases and a scaffold of pallets to connect them. This is what the installation looks like. The visitor can expect the darkness in the hall and a sound collage that sounds him with noises and tones that sound like they come from an underwater world. Two students, Frank Balve and Nico Kiese, use the historical auditorium as an exhibition space and want to set an example: art is made here during the academy year. Frank Balve finds it important that artists who are currently in the production flow can also exhibit their works.
Her project in the historical auditorium of the Academy of Fine Arts is multimedia, with the original backdrop to Frank Balve’s film “Aschetaucher” in a showcase; the others contain variations on the film. One box shows the film on 24 televisions, each in its own rhythm; when the film is at a standstill, the picture is put together. In another, the picture is turned upside down, the movements are slowed down, different perspectives are superimposed. In the third box, only shadows or outlines can be seen.
The film shows naked people moving in a room. The scenery contains a conglomeration of old objects: a collection of clouds in bulbous glasses, a pool of artificial eyelashes and fingernails behind glass, and a cabinet built by the students themselves with integrated screens. Every detail has its own history. For the undressed extras, the shoot was certainly not a walk in the park. The situation should also create a certain feeling in them. Frank Balve describes the recording process: “The people were shot at with sound and light for two or three hours and had five or six corner positions that they were supposed to make and in between they could act freely”.
They are trapped; in their nakedness and purity at the mercy of the situation, they must expose themselves to the circumstances. Man and space meet here, the artist plays with perception and perspective. The viewer’s eye tries to repair what is not immediately apparent to him.
Trench for colors?
What do you want reason?
Lost for days, therefore deeper than the animal
The clothes corpses swim like ashes divers
When stones bleach, they vote “Masons’ Escape.”
The crowd is raving about Old Gifts
Prints solutions on milky flags
irresistibly held around with the mouth
now the sweet rust tears all brittle lips sore
Covers and presents it
Crumpled and collaged like
Cuddly and smoothed
Embedded in letters
Patched delusion heavily camouflaged with meaning
Cheering splits the herd up
Sweat breaks on Lights up
now she raves quietly “for death was foreseen”