local task 2003 - net art | die verschwundene galerie |
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David Staretz Now there is this invisible gallery or
maybe it vanished – in any case it must some how establish and announce itself by
acoustic means, in a representational manner and of course galleristically. Thus one allowed for two lead lined
peepholes, small enough to raise curiosity, large enough to recognize – with the eyes
shielded – what is happening. In the warm dreary glow of a low voltage bulb one sees
a tireless mechanism at work; fed by cables it moves a pencil stub via a long thin wire
arm. The charcoal crayon from whose wire wrought end a crows feather protrudes, hammers,
brushes and wanders about determinedly across the pin mounted bristol board. A lead
weight manages the equilibrium. Astonishing, the variety of motion such a closed system
allows for. Maybe it is the feather which coerces every stroke, every point to be brought
down differently than before. Yes the maltreatment of the board proceeds cautiously; one almost has the tendency to attribute a certain soulfullness to the mechanism- a short repose, a slight hesistation before the next bundle of lines forms. |
The machines true courage and steadfast conscience of the machine manifests itself under the just glance of the captain, who forms of course the order of probation. He is not very fond of the arts, but
he recognizes if a thing will amount to anything, no matter what kind of goal it is in
persuit of. He has seen enough, one does not have to try to impress him. No one would dare
to peddle a deco-ware deal to him. The captain has not deciphered the scribbled code
entirely, but he senses that something is brewing. He will act when the time is right. In
the meantime the order is: wait and see. David Staretz, Summer 2003 |
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