13 December 2019

‘Your delicious dreaming’ at Goldschlag 70

Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Šárka Koudelová
‘Your delicious dreaming’ at Goldschlag 70
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Šárka Koudelová

Looking back on past loves things get mixed up, colours dull, small details get irreversibly lost. Memory stutters. A dream falling apart into mismatched fragments, like limbs, torn and flung upon the battlefield. There is glory in battle — but where is glory in that?

How we argued; teeth and nail, cruel and bitter. You would be methodical and remorse- less — I would sneak and lie and manipulate. Intoxicated by our mutual hostility, we would circle around each other, calculating blame, sharpening tongues, waiting for a weakness to show itself.

Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, works by Titania Seidl / Jakob Kolb / Šárka Koudelová
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, works by Titania Seidl / Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, works by Titania Seidl / Jakob Kolb

It wasn’t always like that of course. I remember the first time I saw you: such beautiful eyes, I thought — I could wear them. They had such a clear, glassy quality; laughing, yet so perfectly cold. A warning?

A warning against this complete mutual intoxication, against the desire to possess each other whole, from a polished fingernail to a chipped tooth. I think we knew we would bring each other to the breaking point, with our worst extremes laid bare and ugly… But I digress.

What I want to say that to this day I am struggling to see you in your entirety. A lock of hair; a string of beads; a collarbone, like a proud bird. Trinkets and mementoes, surely, but their materiality challenges my memory of you, and isn’t it why we keep things? To remember? Dried flowers — do people still keep those?

Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, works by Titania Seidl / Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, works by Jakob Kolb / Šárka Koudelová
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Jakob Kolb
Your delicious dreaming, exhibition view, work by Šárka Koudelová

Still, I keep your things, your stupid things I did not have the heart to bury with you that night. That night I dragged you, limp and heavy, your lifeless shoes leaving tell-tale groves in soft summer earth. I pushed and pulled and smeared dirt and my tears all over — pathetic, really, with my black rubbish bags and a plastic garden shovel.

Your things, I got a drawer full of them. Objects experience time differently — cushioned in their slumber, they just let the years ebb at them, never frantic, never afraid. Dust settles on them like a king’s mantle. But the drawer rattles and creaks; won’t close properly — I should fix it, really, but you know how these things are. I ignore it, but it pains me. I would never want to disturb your delicious dreaming.

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ArtistTitania Seidl, Jakob Kolb, Šárka Koudelová
ExhibitionYour delicious dreaming
Place / venueGoldschlag 70, Vienna
DatesNovember 9 – December 20, 2019
Curated byNika Kupyrova
PhotosRudolf Strobl and Nika Kupyrova
Websitewww.goldschlag70.com
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