Shit/Soil came about from an invitation of the three artists run galleries Transmission, Generator Projects and Embassy Gallery to make a new work at Malmö Konsthall. I decided to throw back their invitation and asked the boards to write down all the hidden, tucked away, cleaned out crap that goes into producing their artist run space. From this material we made a ritualistic compost of social shit that aimed dirtying the clean white space of the konsthall and expose some of the hidden ghosts that went into producing the situation. It ended up as a sort of schizophrenic therapy session where it was unclear who took the patient’s role, me or the spectators.
Below is my letter of hate to Transmission.
The Shit and Potential Soil of an Artist-run Gallery
a.k.a. The Impossibility of Phenomenology, A Labor of Love/Labor of Hate, Compost Logic – Breaking Down (our?) Break-downs, Nutrients for the Soil of the Garden of Potential, Who I Am and What I Want
The following is a list of rejected immaterials. It is a list of stuff that I hate about my time working at Transmission Gallery in Glasgow. It is also somehow a love letter to the things I got from my time there. A reflection on a labor of love/hate, soil/shit. The list includes the things I hid away or tried to clean up but that washed up on my mind and in my body anyway, materials that passed through me and here are presented in their immateriality. The point of this list is to dwell on a kind of forgotten and rejected waste product, one that would never go into a funding application, the left out invisible side of producing an art-space. Perhaps like the spaces represented here. I think that it is within this crappy existence that organisms can start to grow. The list will be impossible to finish, an impossible phenomenology, a mess of a list that ends up connected with every other aspect of production. It is also a mess that can connect us here.
To provide it a context, it was written in a hurry when struggling with a project that was breaking down. I sat on a small jetty in the north of Sweden,[*] I stopped and went inside as it was cold, so the list suffered an early demise, I caught a cold while writing it. While most of this material is shit, rejected things that we clean away in order to present ourselves more powerfully, it is shit that functions as soil, both for the failed project, as well as this thing that you read/hear now.
Who I was and what I wanted:
A list of things that go into producing an art institution.
* In an area where the largest mass killing in peace-time took place; the murder of 69 women and 6 men accused of being witches. Today the area is suffering the effects of heavy depopulation. ↑