No opening: 23-24.05.2020: 12:00-18:00
May: Wednesday: 16:00-20:00,
June: Wednesday: 16:00-20:00
& by appointment
INNER SP CE
organized by Giti Nourbakhsch
May 23—June 20, 2020
NO opening: Saturday 23rd & Sunday 24th, 12—6 pm
On Tents, Boxes and Inner Spaces
A conversation between Vincent Tavenne, Giti Nourbakhsch, Konstantinos Papageorgiou and Helena Papadopoulos.
Helena Papadopoulos: Vincent, I was looking at one of your Psycho Boxes at Giti’s place this past January and this note by Ludwig Wittgenstein came to mind:
“The human character of various plants: rose, ivy, grass, oak, appletree, corn, palm. Compared with the different characters words have.” Because the forms you create inside these cabinets, some of which resemble aquascapes give the illusion they are breathing, they seem alive. How does each Psycho Box come about?
Vincent Tavenne: The process with the boxes first starts with a “thing", and then an artefact, a fabricated object which substitutes the real object. Next comes the accumulation of these artefacts, a grouping. I place them in relation to each other. When I have arrived at a certain condition or state, I stop and freeze it. I feel this composition of relations deserves protection.
Of course it is a box, a black box, something like an aquarium or a stage, a mock-up, sizes are variable, proportions are variable, therefore something surreal or weird can appear. The result ought to be bigger than my plans, the result ought to astonish me. My method is based on playing, on games. Otherwise I would be bored. As a fan of the Renaissance I am aware of the cabinets of curiosities, and putting strange, extraordinary, alien things together. What happens in these boxes is the appropriation of the world.
The boxes with the plants have a slightly different background. I inherited a book on flowers from my mother which she was using daily. So I started to recreate some of them. In fact, these small objects, papier maché with some wire and paint need a practical kind of protection when they are staged.
HP: The Tent Sculptures made of textiles connote nomads’ dwellings, do they relate to how thought nomadizes from language to language, culture to culture? I am thinking of your French background and the fact you have been living in Berlin for some time and how text is linked to the Latin word textum, i.e. fabric and thus to weaving, to different strands woven together.
VT: Ulrich Rückriem, with whom I studied, was always having a stress analyst check the stability of the substrate because of the heaviness of his sculptures. In a way for me this was a repellent example— to have something up which is immobile, and heavy, and difficult. Hence my reflex was simply to do the opposite, build up something for a show and have it easily disappear afterwards, avoiding difficult handling and massive storage. The sculptures made of an inner structure, a framework, and fabric have several influences.
In the beginning I was playing with the French clichés abroad: the wine, the cheese, fashion, the haute couture. I made patterns for sewing, I was sewing as if I was creating drapery or a robe. From the point of view of craftsmanship it is the same, just bigger. The way the framework is constructed is important. Maybe it is my father’s influence as a car engineer that made me very aware of connections, stability, precision, the beauty of constructive solutions accorded to and in proportion to different elements that create the whole.
HP: Giti you have worked with Vincent on several exhibitions at your gallery in Berlin and the Sculpture Légère we are showing at Radio Athènes was made especially for you. How does it feel being inside it?
Giti Nourbakhsch: In our very first show, I think in 1999, Vincent exhibited a tent sculpture which we called “die Tonne”, the barrel. It was a brownish, cylindrical body, high up just below the ceiling of the space and it seemed closed from all sides. It had two entries across from each other, just a slit each. You could enter and follow a narrow path around the half round and then you would enter the center, a surprisingly completely blue space which opened up to the ceiling, like a cone. It was big enough for some people to stand there.
All was blue. You would be there, for no good reason, a space of no defined function, looking up maybe. The fabric/the membranes of the sculpture would dim sounds, so it was very silent and peaceful. All this wasn’t visible from the outside. One day my dog Susi, a tall Great Dane, disappeared and I was looking for her everywhere. I found her sleeping in the centre of the blue space. She must have walked all the way the inside path to get there. I don’t know why she did it, except that she was special anyway, for example she was enjoying the loud overtone concert of Charlemagne Palestine, lying next to his feet, too. Indeed, the inner space of the barrel was a very pleasant place to be in. Nothing to do, no intentions.
Many years later, I asked Vincent to create an inner space for me, as pleasant as the blue centre of the barrel, where I would go, like Susi did and just be. As a fan of the colour pink, I wished for a space where I could put a bed with pink daylight.
Vincent created a "double barrel”, two cylindrical forms fusing together. Looking from above they have something of an 8, from the outside something of boobs or bottom cheeks. It was funny, the entrance slits were right where the round forms met, as if you entered through the boobs or the bottom cheeks. You would follow a narrow path again and would enter a center, this time with a red closed ceiling, a kind of gossamer. The outside light would reflect into the inside, so my wish to have pink light inside was fulfilled.
I had this bulky object up in my living room for a long time. It questioned, just by being there, how I lived, questioned the sofa, the doors, the coming and going…It was nice to have it in the apartment like a big weird animal. I used it as a reminder that most things and activities are conventions and agreements. A big bulky thing to remind me of the gap, the hiatus. Sculptures can do that. By absorbing and occupying space, they can remind one of emptiness, in a philosophical kind. You don’t think it, you “feel” philosophical.
The surrounding sound was dimmed again. (After I took it away, the apartment seemed empty and sadly rational.) For a while I pinned photos and objects in the inside space. You could also lift the “walls” and have it semi-open.
HP: Vincent, you mostly use natural materials in your work, hand-dyed fabrics, wood, paper. And there are some shapes that keep recurring like the circle and the square. Some of your exhibition titles like “Univers”, “Stratosphère”, “Ether”,
“Beginning”, “Black Hole” suggest a reflection on the origin and development of the cosmos. The title you chose for this exhibition in Athens is “Inner Sp ce”. The letter a is missing, and I see your tent rising in the empty space between the letter p and the letter c.
Another thing that can’t be left unsaid is that you started making these series of sculptures where you typically use wooden supports and various textiles more than twenty years ago. That was before the migrant crisis which brought another complexity to what the tent signifies. All this to ask, how do you perceive your work as an artist in relation to a world that seems particularly fragile at this moment in time?
VT: To give a possible answer to both questions above: My interest in the cosmos, the universe and so on, gives me the pleasant feeling of just being a tiny crumb of a bigger picture. That’s nice. All is changing, unstable at all times. I hope my empathy for those forced to be nomadic, to live a provisional life is perceptible.
Konstantinos Papageorgiou: First of all apologies for joining this exchange with considerable delay. In the meantime, you have all seen your branches grow and created an interesting texture of meanings and now I am about to enter and tear this fine web apart. On the other hand, nothing will come out, if we do not stretch our potential and attempt to create something new. Nothing will come out just by staring at something. A new tension, a leap of faith and a gesture of love are asked for. So, we are constantly taking epistemic and emotional risks. Good art is the best reminder of the fact that we are alive and that we need to move within space and time and most importantly “move” within our inner time and space —if we want to be free. Good art is an “awakening of the sleepers” which is something more than just rendering us conscious of x or simply making us believe that y, or perhaps making us hopeful or afraid of z. In that sense, I find the points that have been raised so far very pertinent. The tent structure you are preparing for Radio Athènes, Vincent, already seems to be claiming a part of my own inner space and making me anticipate it in “real”. It has transformed me already. But since I am expected to ask a question (in a sense, I think I already made my point!) I wish to take the discussion back to two works of yours I have seen from close up and admire. The one is “Feu” (Fire), the amazingly monumental and beautiful woodblock print of tongues of fire, with many references to far eastern cosmologies but also printing techniques. The other is the small green sculpture of a plant— is it a nettle, I wonder ? —that appears as a kind of manifestation of an eternal cycle of life. What does this juxtaposition imply? Somehow I have the feeling that the little root is a reminder of sorts (think of the spinning totem in Christopher Nolan’s Inception), of an objective world within which we do live and cannot escape whereas the stylized tongues of fire, variably stenciled, refer to the fluidity and potential of our inner emotional, spiritual, intellectual worlds. Does this make any sense to you at all?
GN: Martin Schuettpelz, who owns a tent sculpture by Vincent, is an architect and among his other projects he constructs Dan Graham’s pavilions, hence he is used to tricky architectural structures.
Having the tent in his house, he said, he still doesn’t know what it is. With Martin’s permission, I would like to present his untranslatable German poem/text relating to it:
Blaustoff isst Rotschopf
Hospital auf Häkelkissen
wie oft geht rundes Fenster
Rost im Wasser
Bleiverglasung auf Leder weiß
Schrauben im Selbstdrehpack
weichen Felsen schwarz angucken
war nicht Blau der Mond
Fischgrät nach Zimmergröße
Baguette hinter Glastür
die Latte falsch flicken
Gewinde ohne Filzteller
Flechten hoch auf 360°
Rasenbleiche, andere Bilder suchen
Asphaltbruch über Pappelwurzel
Fliesenholz, salonfähig, Stuckmarmor
Tellerrand auf Obstkiste
nach dem Schild schauen und nicht folgen
nummern nach dem Zusammenbauen
Falten für den Strich
Pixelreihe auf gebogener Linie
Kratzer im Parfüm
ruibarbo para Mexico
Birne durchs Loch hängen
Kleidersaum mit Staubflaum
Nebelkabinett in Blaumilchstrumpf
 Ludwig Wittgenstein, Culture and Value, Translated by Peter Winch, The University of Chicago Press, Chicago, 1984, p.23c
Giti Nourbakhsch is an experimenting former art dealer, she lives and works in Athens.
Helena Papadopoulos is a writer and curator and the founding director of Radio Athènes.
Konstantinos Papageorgiou teaches Philosophy of Law at the Athens University Law School, he lives and works in Athens.
Vincent Tavenne (*1961) is an artist, he lives and works in Berlin. He was born in Montbéliard, France and studied at the Kunstakademie Düsseldorf.
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Radio Athènes is supported by Outset Contempory Art Fund (Greece)
Vincent Tavenne, Untitled, 2019, Wood, wire, papiermaché, plexiglass, 25x50x15cm