There is little oxygen in the room. When the "best practice" guy for public art in Zurich talks about the public as a combat zone I am combating with the mouldy air in the space of the Stadtgalerie. Mister public art has brought no fresh air from Zurich and the melody of his speech makes 10% of the 41 people audience yawn. What has Mister public art brought from Zurich? Old photos from my home town Vienna!
An interesting pick to talk about public art. After the revolution of 1848 the
→Rossauer Baracks were built, together with the Ringstraße, the whole city space giving the military better chances to shoot and kill revolting proletarians. Public space as a space of the bourgeoisie was established.
This history remains subliminally between the lines in Mister public art's soporific speech. He says "We want to reconquer the public space in Zurich." I miss to ask 1.Who wants to reconquer it? 2.From whom? And then when Mister public art says that the big sponsors like the bank UBS would never be so silly to try and influence the art work that they sponsor I think he should have been in
→Salzburg in 2011.
The filmmakers from
→cinema copains are then assisted by the audience to tear the poor swiss Mister public art apart. Non-site-specific starart supersterilizing the optimized postmodern city brand space for privatized public money laundering idiocy. (I just hope for Mister public art that he enjoys some opera in Salzburg.)
If you want to do public art in Salzburg by the way you have to be quick! There
is was an
→open call up until 4pm today for an artistic intervention on Inge Morath Platz between Stadtgalerie and Fotohof. Lovely Bärbel Hartje is in the jury and lovely
→Dr. Werner Thuswaldner is head of the jury.
My impression of the Inge Morath Platz is shaped by the
→crime at the Fotohof, by the child that cried horribly for half an hour next to the new supermarket while the mother repeated that she just did not have any money to buy an icecream for the child and by two gentlemen who sat at the cafeteria of the new supermarket, one was a painter who had joined the Summer Academy in Hallein in 1991. When I talked to him about 1991 and the german reunion the other guy, a gastronomer who had gone bankrupt started to swear at germany, at the euro currency, at today's youth.
From Lehen I take a walk through the fresh air along the river Salzach to the Denkmal bar where I meet the romanian painter
→Flavia Lupu. She did the course with Felix Gmelin last year and does the course with Doug Ashford this year. She says that the two courses are the same and that Felix Gmelin and Doug Ashford are very similar, both wise and lovely. She thinks that people generally don't change and we talk about how our minds work. After having read the introduction to
→Daniel Paul Schreber's
→Memoirs of My Nervous Illness Flavia Lupu made a drawing of her own mind: