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Mathias & Mathias

4. februar – 2. april 2017

Fernisering fredag d. 3. Februar kl. 17 – 19

Mathias & Mathias åbner Art & Life sæsonen med udstillingen Artie, der kridter debatten mellem oplevelsesøkonomi og kunst op.

Tranens særlige placering på kanten af virkeligheden tippes, da cafemiljø, event-kultur og ’Publikum’ flyder ind over kunstrummet i udstillingen. En scenografi med referencer til Dadaismen og den historiske avantgardes stiltræk danner ramme om en gruppe mekaniske kulturforbruger-figurer i Tranen. Imens er kunsten, vist som små væsener, trådt under fode, tvunget ud af bygningen.

De gemmer sig på plænen foran Tranen, i trækronerne om hjørnet, i carporten og i ly af en busk i Øregaardsparkens natur. Artie spiller på teaterets teknikker – kulisser, staffage og aktører former et tragikomisk tableau, hvor stiliserede abstrakte kroppe og masker gentager rituelle handlinger.

Kunstnerne arbejder med en orkestrering af det levende. Resultatet er installationer, der både befinder sig i en ’virkelig verden’ og i en kunstverden, hvor man som beskuer forstyrres i forståelsen af det levendes karakter og kunsten karakter. Er kunsten blot teater, underholdning for masserne? Er det publikum selv, der spiller hovedrollen, når de går på udstilling?

Art & Life – Social Aesthetics Obscured,  februar – august 2017

Art & Life – Social Aesthetics Obscured sæsonen på Tranen er dedikeret eksperimenter med udstillingsformatet, og kunstnere der udforsker grænserne mellem kunst og liv. I Artie er den sociale æstetiks fordring om publikumsdeltagelse og kobling til en social virkelighed trukket ud i en obskur variation. Det er en art publikum, der former værket , men det er ikke på kunstens præmisser. Art & Life ser på, hvad kunstens rolle og plads er i dag. Kan kunsten stille sig i kritisk opposition til samtidens kultur og udgøre en transformerende kraft – eller er den blot en del af oplevelsesøkonomien i en forfinet variant?

Bio: Kunstnerduoen Mathias Toubro (f. 1986) og Mathias Dyhr (f. 1991) mødte hinanden, på Det Kgl. Danske Kunstakademi. Mathias & Mathias har blandt andet udstillet på Ringsted Galleriet, Udstillingsstedet Q Last Resort, Sculpture by the Sea og Skulptur Odense. Udstillingen på Tranen er deres første institutionelle solo-udstilling efter deres afgang i 2016.

Art & Literature: Art & Life performance

Torsdag 23. februar kl. 19 til 20 Tranen.

Bliv introduceret til nutidens forfattere, der arbejder med spændingsfeltet mellem kunst og liv. Oplev readings, talks og performance. Mathias og Mathias præsenterer denne aften deres performance skabt til Artie.

Tak til:

Statens Kunstfond / Statens Værksteder for Kunst / Blix Fond / Konsul George Jorck og Hustru Emma Jorck’s Fond /Vinhanen  / Grosserer L. F. Foghts Fond

Udstillingstekst: ARTIE

Af Mathias & Mathias dec. 2016

»Art has left the building,« art officials announced at the public address. »No encore? No extras? No nothing?« said the audience, more annoyed than disappointed. »So that’s the thanks we get for coming all the way to see art first hand – it gets cold feet. Honestly, that is bullocks,« one said. »I was looking immensely forward to it. To just let go and surrender myself,« said the next. »Letting the muses amuse you with the art they care for with such compassion, that you must become inspired to think differently« said another. »Muses are a myth and you know it. So is art … Art be what art might think it be! I’ll go to the café now and ask the waiter what this month’s special is.« Another one in the audience turned as well and said with cheer »Hope it’s tomato soup. Haven’t had that in years.«

In the midst of the colossal confusion many turned on their heels and went for the café to get some coffee. A group of elders was standing in front of the glass cabinet with cakes naming out loud to one another the cakes on display. »White brownie with pecans, NY Caramel pudding pie, cheesecake with buckthorn…«. A young couple took place at one of the tables at the large window. »Let’s pretend to be food critics who are handing out stars,« the young man suggested »Yeah, and also including the decor of the place, the hygiene and general atmosphere. Oh, and let not forget the service, a good maitre d’ is half the experience, the full experience is never just the food,« his partner interrupted excited, quickly as if she was just waiting for him to make that special proposal. At the table next to them a fussy old man sat in his seat, looking with blame at his wife and the unreliable young staff, who was supplying his wife with coffee and biscuits. A father of three interrupted the elderly man’s alert meditations on the staff’s talents and doubtful intentions, asking if he could grab the empty chair in front of him. »It’s taken!« the old man replied starkly and zoomed back in on the espresso machine operation. The father of three kept scouting around the café looking for an unused chair while the mother was breastfeeding their youngest. The youngest looked like a mess.

»I can’t understand a word of what is being said here,« one complained holding the exhibition text. »You are holding it upside down, hon« his girlfriend chided him. »Silly,« she added.

»What are all these people doing in the café … And, and where is the art?« said one official with apprehension in her voice. »The art has fled the building.« »Yes! It seems utterly to have disappeared,« one official consented. »The art has what!?« »The art has fled. It’s gone, vanished into thin air.« »Damn!« she cried out, tiptoeing and stretching her neck to its maximum to better scan the full area of the cafe. »Such a diva. Exhibitionist with integrity, ha! That doesn’t exist. Dialectical BS, just a primadonna. Search the area. It can’t have gone far,« she commanded. A group of officials, curators, and art people ran off looking for the art with the art handlers lackadaisically tailing the people at the back of the group. The audience remained in the café, watching with perplexity and surprise the desperation of the professionals.

»By which name should we call on it?« one mystified official asked another. »Art, I guess,« said another. »Art, aaaarrrt, aaarrrt!« »Aaaarrrt, aarrt, aaaarrrt!« The officials ran around like headless chickens calling on the art to retrieve it from its hiding place. In the café the guests could observe the officials desperately looking for the disappeared art. The guests were amused. »You see, that’s entertainment« one said, almost swirling his wine over the rim of the glass onto his shirt.

»Who says that art is missing!?« mumbled the director with a heavy frown, as he descended the stairs from the top office. »I sense nothing but art here, are you people not sensitive to the smallest of impressions? Can none of you feel the bliss of the ephemeral and accept what is always present?« Getting evidently more and more eager the Director concluded: »All of you are feeling it, being within these walls. I know you are and I know that you do feel. Maybe the most apt of you will even bring home a souvenir for life (of the immaterial and everlasting kind). For now; enjoy the wine and coffee! I’ll see you in the galleries in a bit. I know I shall!«

At the public restrooms a queue lined up, people needing to urinate and others who had had too much cake. The pressure was on, tension. Some more desperate than others. A man in a wheelchair pushed by his devoted wife, who had never regretted her life choices, became first in line being the only one entitled to use the disability restroom. No one had dared to use it just thinking what it might stir up. It was not exactly red carpet nor he the VIP, but for a one second people felt envious of his disability and his advantage in this situation. »I’ll take it from here, darling« he said to his wife in a warm and caring tone, as the door to the restroom closed automatically behind him. The wife – or now to the people around them a woman in the prime of her life – was all on her own, staring into space with a fragile look on her face. Was she about to cry? No, she was fine. Her contact lenses were merely troubling her. Actually, she needed to go the girls’ room herself but the size of the queue made her suppress her urge. Instead she walked out onto the terrace lighting a cigarette while looking at the staff in their desperate search of the missing art. She laughed and coughed. By now her husband was done with his business and he was calling her name. But no devoted wife heard his call which was becoming more and more a crying and shouting. »Help, help, somebody help me« he screamed but nobody was paying him any attention. People were too preoccupied with their lavatorial reliefs.