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Guðný Guðmundsdóttir and Claus Becker
Opening: Thursday, December 5th, at 6 p.m.
December 6th, 2013, to January 18th, 2014
Fountain, tower, mill, clock, bell.
The drill for the fourth bore of the Elbe Tunnel plunges deep into the earth, devouring it. On the walls of the well shaft are stylized figures, crystals and strands of minerals.
By the entrance to the well, a ventriloquist sits with his puppet, not a robot, but rather an automaton lady of the sky, with the frame of a high-voltage electricity pylon making up her body, it could also be a hoist frame, as she towers from high above. The ventriloquist talks to himself, considering bachelor machines, while the robot lady, unfazed, surveys the world below with her prism eye.
This exhibition shows conflicting approaches to drawing that are nevertheless bolted together by a number of thematically linked bridges. Suspended, hard as glass, crystalline, and exuding cold technical precision in one place, while dreaming meditatively at the next.
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POLO
(Gudny Gudmundsdottir with Jochen Lempert)
December 9th 2010 – January 22th 2011
[Not a valid template]A filigree of lines that look like some kind of technical drawing spider over voids, coalescing around localised deposits of pale colour. Guðny Guðmundsdóttir’s large works on paper reveal curious objects and outlines; floor plans, strands of DNA, conveyor devices for the transport of metallic ores, crystals, and less distinct matrices of description. These objects string together in floating garlands, yet their internal connections do not resolve the ambiguity of their significance.
Guðny’s sculptures, heavy looking dark brown fired clay objects, although dense and rough in direct opposition to the lightness of her drawings, share their indefinitely postponed resolution of resemblance. A horse appears to be wearing a heavy carriage harness, yet could just as easily be unfurling a pair of wings. And the possible uses of the “Werkzeuge” (Tools), odd earthy models of hand tools, stay deeply buried in un-mined seams of thought.