avidité mauve / April in Paris

3. Serie: Soziale Figuration or Peinture als Artificial/Adjectival Inrichting (A.I) Saison 2: TOn-AutoAppropriation Épisode 5: Avidité Mauve / April in Paris Acteurs: reTOurne / to reflect still life jalousie Trigger/ Press to choose (juice) Fantasie immersion / Superimposed inversion Nebendarsteller_innen: Keramikofen Wezen Naki Via Flächtdling Biss Covid_test_death Covid_test_chemistry Réalisateur: Philipp Schwalb Plateau: Cabanon Location: Paris, France Date: 14.3.2025, 17:00 - 16.3.2025, 14:37 Mnemosyne.Atlas.Läb #31 “Death” avec Benjamin Husson, Panel 42 e plus Prelude: To tell you the story about six friends in their passed strands, I have to start in France, October in Paris or maybe May. I wrote about a friend’s table-paintings as furniture. They could be, if a mirror or a shelf could be. In 2020, I painted my first Agnes Martin brushstroke bookshelf. I took out 4 books about mapping the North Atlantic, a NYC street view in the Upper West Side and Harlem, a New England landscape with people working, carrying, cutting, reading, and 6 deformable alien figurations, having a plasticity of form, function, and color. Layers of memory, out of books or challenges, stories, and events in life, but who can separate influences easily? Please change me live with a yoga posture or a cut in my faces. Surfaces like bread with butter, book butter. Bother me Brother. Books with only two pages, one piece of paper is a book. Comparing the possibilities to write with those to paint helped me to understand (my) impulses to paint. Commercially they work so differently, institutionally as well, that’s one reason they are Inrichting. From an artist’s perspective, the comparison with other languages helps. The many-headed hydra painting and the Blavatsky one. I am twittering with my first two-sided or multi-layered paintings, like exchanging coins. A recent one, a placenta-clock on which time is image is language, reflects on these coins, the OichT and three waste dots. The clock turns back 4 times in 5 years, trying to find “the” moments. Others decide. Exactly five years ago, we left the US for Starnberg, dogma and first left us. Five tears of ego tripping. But who cares about painting or institutional critique when their world falls apart? When essentials are missing, like food, freedom, love, how to continue? To paint poetry peers appear. Repeat, be productive, play it actively, place seduction. How does it not get lost? Images get lost all the time if they are not memorized, stored, privatized, or in an Inrichting. Give them strands and wires to survive outside their owners. A start with small relations, constellations, heterogeneity appreciations, stops, stations, what is narration? Paris in April Text-final.pdf. Back in October, was the room fully booked at Agence de Voyage? Was there a family gathering? In my solitude, I was in that meeting as well. I felt out of space. I wanted to focus on the three books I read in the last few years. First, "The Word for World is Forest," then "The Left Hand of Darkness," and at the end, it was "The Dispossessed." They echoed the feelings I experienced in that scene, feelings like living alone in a forest or on ice or in a desert. This evening as a dessert, we had Crème Brûlée, a good one, crusty, soft. So often it reflects in sharper mirrors. All 8 family members shared for the first time mauve as a red thread on one layer. It was not the same level for each of us. The folding, the stratification, the sediments were tinged. I am reading a book about mauve at the moment, February 2025. I started it more than a year ago, read 30 pages, and stopped reading it. December 2024, I had to start again. Thoughts about what the 19th century was, around the world. A chain of airy associations. From alchemy to chemistry and their impact on medicine, health, fashion, industry, and painting. The first pigments out of a laboratory. The first colors in tubes, this is the early 19th century. Detaching the production of a color and the use of that product made painting a hobby. Bringing them back together doesn’t give painting its function back. The Industrial Revolution’s impact on painting interests me since I turned my back on finding art formulas. Paintings, pictures, and images can be in every household. They can be self-made, ready-made, and luxury Inrichting. The impact of a painting, its adjective as furniture is piled up. Its influence is marginal. Thinking about its changes of function, not only the technical, economical, or social transformations, but rather the conceptual. The claim of its non-functionality is a contradiction. Painting and Chemistry in Paris, in the late 18th century: Marie Lavoisier. Two scenes out of two books I finished lately, recommended by the initiator of a little reading group in Rotterdam, "The Membranes" and "Jawbone." The paintings are layered and direct, they are about a personal, a novel-like Auto-Appropriation, about linking the interest of the moment with overreaching interests, connecting paintings, self-made with self-made, self-made with them-made, them-made images and art history, self-made with books and thoughts. It’s about guiding attention. In an interview I read yesterday, the artist said he paints without any idea, he just follows his paintings and the history of painting. I thought about it a while. There is a relationship. In my opinion, the idea, the philosophical attitude, shines through the painting; of course, it’s like a zen garden but even being a monk is an intention, an idea. U really wanna make some juice. But I remember the frustration about people not understanding. Okay, there is an idea. So why for others as well. That’s the “what’s philosophy of the painting” question, having no idea, hm... In my case, it’s about guiding attention. That’s the third meaning of painting as adjectival Inrichting. To give direction. So it’s furniture, institution, and direction. Is the following desirable, sometimes, sometimes not. A bite, a touch, attached. Of course, this works for my idea of Painting too: it is the adjective you have to change and it works. Let’s say painting as spiritual Inrichting or contemplative Inrichting... it’s the adjective... the second element the three actors share attention. Like fire emoji or constructivists arrows... they come from the past from Bilder about contraction and expansion, extension like hair... they come from Montagne Sainte Victoire, the mountain as a fire emoji. What are your images and expressionism? So it would be Munch emoji, Pathosformel. A possible function for a painting: Grave-Painting, artificiality, remembrance. Resonance room for the social. Ending the prelude’s necessity with a mauve dream of moments, souls movements, whatever we gather, wherever we gather, colors give feelings, stories give meanings, knowing a body can be a pleasure, arguments get sharper. Time is changing, spring is earlier...