Notes on the text
(1) Paraphrased from Etel Adnanâ€™s poem, â€œThe morning after / my deathâ€, in The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage (The Post-Apollo Press, 1990).
(Cover) Urhane Dalen, 2015
(1) Maskin, 2015
(2) Pil, 2015
(3-6) Absalon Kirkeby's studio, April 2016
(7) Landskab, 2012
(8-11) Lobster Lobster, Andersens Contemporary, 2015 (installation view).jpg
(12) Road, 2012
(13) Untitled, from the book Feriemodel, 2013
(14-15) Installations views, MaÌŠlÃ¸v Bygning 333, 2015. Photo by Malle Madsen
Angels eating lemons (1)
When I look at Absalon Kirkebyâ€™s photographs, I catch sight of their architectural origins, their ruin, their trails of past activities. Art can convince us to move past systems and institutions. In Kirkebyâ€™s work, this is precisely what is at play â€“ with intensity, with presence, and with acceleration. In Kirkebyâ€™s artistic oeuvre, the photographs move around between the exhibition and the archives. The works open themselves up to the viewerâ€™s personal appropriation and experience.
Stories run like intimated traces through the pictures and become woven into a visual, textural presence. They collect and reflect people, places, things, animals and buildings before they disappear â€“ into a complex organic narrative, within which immaterial processes like darkness, sunlight, electric illumination and collective memory find their place.
Erasures and insertions put the photographs in connection with that which has vanished and with that which will turn up. Literature is also in play, somewhere in the background of the pictures. The pictures induce a reciprocal action between abstraction and narrative. The abstraction makes room for visual associations and memories, while the narratives build up relationships and sequences within a familiar and concrete reality. The works generate a vision of a reality that is undergoing dissolution, where transformation and travel are necessary. Objects and places appear to be palpitating; colors and forms are intuitive and direct. The work of art is beautiful and monstrous. It is a condensed series of images, where you can feel the body that leaves fragrances, a body that senses â€“ a body of sensuality, possessing a multiplicity of meanings.
The artwork is like a secrecy strategy, which transforms transitoriness into something staged and exchanges the actions of waking life with that of the dream. It exhibits before us realityâ€™s mask and delay, the disappearanceâ€™s suddenness, and the frailness of what we see. The underlying message of the work is the domineering that separates us from ourselves and from others: the loss of meaning wherein the person and the existence are brought to ruin.
Inside a situation colored by international political commotion, economic stagnation and impending collapse exist conditions of diaspora, forced migration, refugees trying to cross over borders, and migrants having to seek work elsewhere. Are we living in a time where forgetfulness is being cultivated? Or are we bound, with our identities being firmly fixed, to the digital worldâ€™s continuous surfeit of information and viscous memories?
We are living in a time where the answers to these questions depend on identitiesâ€™ positions. Kirkebyâ€™s work reflects photography as a medium through which people, commodities, and identities have been migrating: a place for genesis and crossing over. Digital technology separates sensory perception from identity, and the pictures reflect the power of the ghost that comes to haunt us. Ours is a time where identity is being intensified and being rendered particulate. With elegance, Kirkeby dives down toward that which conjoins identities, toward the human foundation, while remaining attentive to fabricated as well as to natural objects.
Our world of beauty, terror, life, planetary problems, civilization and war: how does this correspond with the artistâ€™s world when it comes to the edification of an ethos? In Kirkebyâ€™s praxis, the attitude springs forth from an experience where being human is synonymous with being multitudinous. There is no single cause for things: the form crystallizes; we are plentiful, we are not either-or, we are neither male nor female. Identity is mobile. We find ourselves standing within the rhythm of a life.
The motive gets broken down, retrieved and recapitulated. The pictures are ingresses into other pictures: those that you see in the current exhibition and those that remain in the archives. An alphabet is under construction. Concomitant to this, questions are raised about when this alphabet should be tossed aside, and about when the artwork should once again be released from the system that is crystallizing en route to its genesis.
Kirkeby makes use of digital technology in order to delete portions of the photograph or to close off the intimate spaces, so that they remain private. In certain parts of the work, manipulations get the pictures to lose all connection to photography and abstraction reaches the end of the line, while other pictures are allowed to remain in the documentary field. The mellow and poetic are correlated with the hard, the coarse, the existing.
I feel the images seeping through my skin, and even the blue colors are vibrating with intensity and will.
text by Sidsel CarrÃ©
translated by Dan A. Marmorstein