mis cenizas

When end of August I approached the courtyard, the entrance of the building didn’t look the way I remembered it from my last visit. The vitrine with a sculpture and the roughness of walls at daylight made it a different place. Interior and exterior appeared much rougher than at neighbour buildings. Within the building, the apartments entrance door is small, provisional, modest compared to other doors. It looks like an entrance into a room, an inner door outdoor, yet softly expanding the apartment to the hallway. The small corridor behind the entrance was dense, a storage; A shelf at the ceiling, a shoe closet, a washing machine, a mirror and two pairs of Bauhaus shelves. The same as I had in my Zagreb apartment. Dark brown doors lead directly to the shower, which is also a kitchen. A partition-wall between window and kitchen was blocking the light, in order to shower in front of the window. The kitchen was painted in cream, yellowish. An Ikea vintage lamp was hanging from the ceiling and catching the fat from the stove and the fat catching some flies. Three different types of tiles were competing between wall and floor. From the kitchen I entered the living room. I got warmed up by August sunrays coming in through two vertical windows. On the right side was a dark brown overdimensioned closet that occupied the whole wall, the largest uninterrupted wall in the apartment. I thought it could be a nice wall to look at, once the daylight fully illuminated the room. On my left side, opposite from the closet was a bar, a wooden bar with a wooden roof. My friend said it’s a Tiki-Bar. A red heart out of plastic was looking down from above the doorframe. I imagined who could have spent time here, who decided to live with all the avoidable furniture. The walls in this room were in nicotine yellow, with the colour gradient sourcing at the bar. The cabinet room behind was illuminated in red, which came from the red fabric curtains. There was no bed, only a chair to rest, positioned towards the shadow of an electric box that was covering tree stickers, glued on the middle of the wall. Text by Dino Zrnec Organized by Ludwig Kittinger and Dino Zrnec With works by: Aaron Amar Bhamra, Lucia Buchberger, Paola Cenati, Olga Mathilde Gärtner , Sebastian Haaf, Katharina Mährlen, Ismael Picker, Jonathan Pielmeier, Julian Siffert, Juan Francisco Vera, Kristin Wadlig, Janina Weißengruber