URNE FÜR FELIXSEPT–23
ceramics, sound, bricks
urn roughly 30 cm tallexhibited at 1019 Gallery, State University of New York at Purchase
I was thinking about different experiences and levels of grief, grieving people, pets, the birds I don't hear singing anymore because of the existence of said pet cats. This piece was also vaguely referencing a poem by viennese writer Ernst Jandl that has been with me for over a decade. Thinking about my birds I imagined how only the true birds will survive in the end, the ones who, after being forced to leave this earth altogether, manage to settle in the sky far away.
There were bird sounds installed in the urn.
"fang eine liebe amsel ein
nimm eine schere zart und fein
schneid ab der amsel beide bein
amsel darf immer fliegend sein
steigt höher auf und höher
bis ich sie nicht mehr sehe
und fast vor lust vergehe
das müsst ein wahrer vogel sein
dem niemals fiel das landen ein"