Cim Jubke, Kunstverein Rastatt

To observe, to watch, to look closer, to stare; those are my tools I always knew existing, existing under a certainly thicker becoming layer of dust. Placed in the attic. It felt like I used to forget the usage and abilities of my beloved tools, my so-called loved ones. The resting dust spoke about our absence. Spending time in the attic were the most hectic. Dust seemed to act like rain; draining on top of us. Contaminating my loved ones. We tried to revoke. But just like every warped tool, it had the potential of being objective; about the potential of hitting us critical. Over every sink there should be a mirror, I always hated that saying. I always felt disgusted by the look of myself while cleaning; always knowing there are certain parts I’ve missed. Always knowing the parts I’ve missed, calling them names. For every corner I need a pair of eyes; wet enough so there won’t be the need to glimpse. To maintain the corners, to follow the route of the dust. The try of drawing a route; traversing the route. Doing circles around squares; adding layers. Painting walls; Cim Jubkes exhibition felt like I interrupted him while observing, windows appeared to not be see-through; so there was never another turn out of not staring at him. Staring at him while collecting stills; loosing my beloved landscape and being confronted with a new type of landscape; the pierced collage. To pierce always described the try of defining a new center; hijacking. After being pierced I always wanted to be the piercer. After being cared about I always stayed careful; Matthias Holznagel on Cim Jubkes exhibition „becared about“