Did you catch a cold?
“Catch a Cold Open” is the first exhibition ever to be hosted at Premiss.
Premiss is an experimental, artist-driven, non-profit, ‘non-gallery’, right below a white-cube gallery managed by Tag Team Studios, located in an old, cold, charming but nonetheless condemned building in Bergen, Norway.
We wanted to avoid the traditional white-cube sterilisation by maintaining most of the original details of the space, allowing for a direct dialogue with the surrounding atmosphere instead of alienating the works from the outer world. Ellen Ringstad‘s site-specific, reductive, formal experiment entitled ‘Yellow’, made entirely of found materials – plastic bags filled with shredded paper – was mounted in a ’found’ hole in the wall, next to a long line of mirrors, left-overs from previous tenants. Rasmus Hungnes‘ ‘Waste Line’, is, as the title suggests, literally a long line of found waste, placed on the green, worn-out cement floor. These two trashy, immobile installations were emphasized by Eric Alvin Wangel’s silent aesthetic video piece, projected directly onto the wall, subtly reminding us that time is quietly, inevitably ticking.
The non-gallery opening was marked by the serving of warm vegetarian soup, freshly home-baked bread and waffles, which may have prevented our guests from catching that anticipated cold.
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Catch a Cold Open
Catch a cold Open @ Premiss, 22.01.2011
PRESS RELEASE
Opening dinner @ PREMISS (just below TAG TEAM studios. MAP)
Saturday 22.01.11 @ 20.00h
Free food, free art
works by Rasmus Hungnes, Ellen Ringstad, Eric Alvin Wangel
You remember MacGyver, right? Right right? Right right right? The show always started off with a COLD OPEN: the exciting few minutes before the catchy tunes during the vignette hit in, setting the premises for the unveiling of the further next to intolerable excitement of the continued episode, spreading out in time and realm of perception, like a blossoming flower in the spring sun, flowering, its colourful petals reaching for our celestial star. Now, this opening dinner will be similar to this meta-into: Like MacGyver sez: (bad russian accent) I am political, but I also drink… blood… Who do you think would win, MacGyver or Jack Bauer? Creative non-violence or idealistically motivated torture?
24 will not be shown, but Ellen Ringstad, Eric Alvin Wangel and Rasmus Andreas Hungnes will show new work: there will be, if nothing else, a clean, aesthetic site specific installation in trashy surroundings by Ringstad, a stunning as usual video piece by Wangel; Hungnes will deliver the longest Waste line (you know, the dynamic art piece, which can be made at any time of the day, anywhere, by anyone, at any size, by anybody, by everybody and each and every one) yet materialized in the name of art.
Waste Line suffers from bizarre mood disorder
Waste Line - Day 3
It was late in the afternoon already when I noticed the sound of light drizzle drumming on the window. That’s when I remembered Waste Line. Such is the menace of chaotic souls, indifferent to all but themselves. I looked out…she was still there! The wind had not blown her away yet. I hurried to the porch and much to my surprise I found her in a splendid mood; my absence had gone unnoticed. True, at first she had felt somewhat crispy from the cold, but after a while she had forgotten all about it. As a matter of fact, the moment she had come to terms with the situation, she quietly embraced the solitude: there was so much to see, to hear, to smell, to feel; countless impressions to digest! She realized that her life until present time had been such a waste!
- “Please forgive me, Waste Line, I never intended to leave you out in the cold all by yourself,” I mumbled.
- “Don’t worry about it, I forgot all about you too”. I could swear she blinked, but it was only the light breeze catching the cardboard box. Had I arrived only seconds later, she might have been dispersed, for only a fine line separates life from death. For the sake of my own sanity, I promptly erased that thought.
- “I must remove the old waste and feed you fresh new waste. I should also move you indoors before the wind gains momentum. Besides I wouldn’t want you trashing my neighbourhood” I took Waste Line carefully in my arms, carrying her over the threshold, but ignoring the symbolism.
- “Well, who am I to refuse the temptation of fresh waste” She paused for a while as I carefully lined her up. “My first memory is that of a production line”, she continued, “After the sky cleared up yesterday I noticed some mesmerizing light dots in the sky, and they felt so familiar. Maybe it was déjà-vu, but for some reason it connected me to my ancestors. Most of my life, before ending up as waste, I spent long hours in dark storage spaces, struggling to survive the boredom, arguing with other products about who was entitled to the best spot, then fighting for attention on supermarket shelves. Had I known how quickly the New becomes Old, I would have stepped out of the limelight sooner and spent more time reflecting upon where I was headed. Anyway, thank you for sharing the beautiful view with me. Most people would simply toss me away. But enough about that, I want to learn more about you. Why are you so determined to measure and weigh me? You never paid me any attention before?”
She was much heavier now and surprisingly long; barely fitting into my apartment. How could it be? I dismantled her again and carried her up to the attic where there was plenty of space, or so I thought. Even with a wide-angled lens, I had no choice but to divide her in three equal lines to get all of her into one single photograph. Sadly this made her feel self-conscious and fat.
- “Well, Waste Line, here’s the thing: I am attempting a consumption diet, in order to reduce my waste line, as well as my waistline. The first step is determining just how much I consume. The second step is figuring out just how much it is possible to cut down, especially on product packaging”.
“So you want to get rid of me already, just when we were getting to know each-other? First you forget I exist and NOW YOU PLAN TO ELIMINATE ME?!!!”
I was surprised by her unexpected mood change. Her desperate attempt to fish for sympathy by calling attention to my neglect earlier was alarming and quite unfavourable. I would not fall for such a cheap trick, for once forgiveness is offered, it cannot be taken back. Although I empathized with her divided self, she was obviously no longer capable of a serious conversation, which is why I decided to leave her alone. She clearly had some issues to work on, which in my experience are better resolved in solitude.
As I left the attic, she yelled “And it’s not my fault I’m overweight today. It’s genetic!”
Waste Line, Day 3
Waste Line, Day 3
WASTE LINE, DAY 3
Length: 6,9m
Weight: 444g
- About Waste Line: Each day the narrator's personal non-organic waste is lined up, photographed, weighed and measured for the sake of art. Waste Line is literally the story of a line of waste, who is just as concerned with her own origins and wherabouts in life as the rest of us. This tentative project is based on the conceptual and dynamic art piece conceived by the Norwegian artist Rasmus Hungnes, which was inspired by Ellen Ringstad’s organic waistline. Coincidentally, the author of the story is Ellen Ringstad herself. You can follow and contribute to his open-source project on the blog http://waste-line.tumblr.com. Read more about their collaborative project on this post. All related posts can be found here.
Waste Line has an existential crisis
- “I had no idea I was so small”, she said, gazing at the fjords.
- “The sky is clearing up”, I told her, “so you won’t have to be buried in snow anymore”.
But she paid me no attention, already feeling the burden of knowledge. What’s the point? Where do I come from? Where am I headed?
- “It is about time I found out” she said
- “What about?” I replied
- “Lineage. My lineage”.
Waste Line, Day 2
Waste Line, Day 2, detail
WASTE LINE, DAY 2
Weight: 116g
Length: 128cm
- About Waste Line: Each day the narrator's personal non-organic waste is lined up, photographed, weighed and measured for the sake of art. Waste Line is literally the story of a line of waste, who is just as concerned with her own origins and wherabouts in life as the rest of us. This tentative project is based on the conceptual and dynamic art piece conceived by the Norwegian artist Rasmus Hungnes, which was inspired by Ellen Ringstad’s organic waistline. Coincidentally, the author of the story is Ellen Ringstad herself. You can follow and contribute to his open-source project on the blog http://waste-line.tumblr.com. Read more about their collaborative project on this post. All related posts can be found here.
Waste Line, Day 1
My Waste Line, Day 1, is 172 cm long and weighs 540 grams. If I substract all organic matter (334 g), which will go back to nature quickly enough, it only weighs 206 g. I suspect the weight readings are incorrect, because, as shown in the photographs, it was snowing, and therefore the items gained more weight.
Waste Line - DAY 1 - Detail
WASTE LINE, DAY 1
Length:172cm
(Total weight, 540g) – (Organic matter, 334g)= 206g*
*Although Organic matter indeed is considered waste, it is substracted from the equation, because it decays quickly enough. Accurate readings of my total organic waste is therefore considered irrelevant to this project, and would be hard to measure anyway. The artist (I) is (am) considering removing organic matter from my Waste Line, starting tomorrow, instead of rejecting the whole project as false. According to Dr. Donald E. Simanek, “Science progresses by making mistakes, correcting the mistakes, then moving on to other matters. If we stopped making mistakes, scientific progress would stop“(1). Same is true with art.
Note: Waste Line is a conceptual and dynamic art piece conceived by Bergen-based artist Rasmus Hungnes. You can follow and contribute to his open-source project on http://waste-line.tumblr.com. Read more about this project on this post.
- Sources: (1) Simanek, Donald E. The Scientific Method. Available online from URL: http://www.lhup.edu/~dsimanek/scimeth.htm [Downloaded 2011-01-13].
Waste Line
Plastic Waste Line by Ellen Ringstad
Waste Line is a conceptual and dynamic art piece conceived by Bergen-based artist Rasmus Hungnes.
He says the project was inspired by my organic waistline, which he carefully examined during a visit to my studio. At the time, not long ago in fact, this week-end to be exact, I was working on a sculpture/installation, entitled Organic Waste, and I suspect his funky idea is related to that sculpture also.
My studio is rather trashy, filled up with poor materials patiently waiting to be used. And so the efficient artist did not waste any time: he constructed the first Waste Line, which is literally, as the title suggests, a line composed of waste. They “can be made at any time of the day, anywhere, by anyone, in any size, by anybody, by everybody and each and every one (…). If you make a Waste line yourself, please submit it here and I will post-it”, he declares on his dedicated blog. In an interview with me, he reveals how it would be nice if it became a huge, international, open-source, internet phenomenon. So if you want to be amongst the first to share lines, please do so on http://www.waste-line.tumblr.com/.
I thought this was a wonderful idea, and so I contributed with my first lines today. Since Rasmus was inspired by me, I am allowing myself to be inspired by him (being an open-source project and all). So every day, starting tomorrow, I will take a photograph of my own personal daily waste, except excrements and such, and, just out of curiosity, I will measure its lebgth and weight. The idea then, is to make a photographic exhibition, installing a long, long, long, long line of photographed waste lines.
And speaking of lines. Here’s a quote from the book Flatland – A Romance of Many Dimensions, a satirical novella by Edwin A. Abbott, which can be downloaded for free from this site.
“I began to move my body out of Lineland. (…) when I had at last moved myself out of his Line, he cried in his shrillest voice, “She is vanished; she is dead.” “I am not dead,” replied I; “I am simply out of Lineland, that is to say, out of the Straight Line which you call Space, and in the true Space, where I can see things as they are.” (1)
Now….Let the rat race begin!
- Sources: (1) Abbott, Edwin A. Flatland. 1884. A Romance of Many Dimensions. Second edition. Available online from URL: http://www.geom.uiuc.edu/~banchoff/Flatland/ [Downloaded 2011-01-12].
The end is near
Apple Juice Kid - Frank Sinatra Remixed
Listen to conceptual artist Rasmus Hungnes‘ mash-up of Frank Sinatra’s version of the popular “My Way” pitched up and down so that it covers all 12 semitones in an octave. The uncomfortable feel in this version gives the lyrical content a much darker dimension in which the individualistic “I did it my way” might just be an explanation as to why “the end is here”. Enjoy.
