"Transformation" Art in the cathedral

Installation during Fasting time at the Cathedral to St. Jakob, Innsbruck

The Installation floats between the profane outside and the sacral room ofthe Cathedral of Innsbruck. It tries to answer the question, in what state of being we are located. Are we currently on the inside or are we on the outside. (Exhibited during Fasting time at the Cathedral to St. Jakob, Innsbruck)

For many years now, I have been dealing with the subject of closeness and distance, the change between inside and outside, with skin that is fragile, that allows proximity and restricts it, the envelope that does not always protect against the outside She, who renews herself again and again, remains as a living thing when changing from here to there. Thus, the paper dresses in this installation stand as a symbol for the lived, the demolished: drawn, imperfect and fragile. The curtains, in their equally fragile permeability, present a different picture of coming and going, of commuting between the inside and the outside, they as the limit or inhibition threshold. Anyway.

Verluste - Losses

Exhibition with objects, sculptures and paintings

In my work "losses" I'm building a space where I try to get closer to different work a sense, an image in me a statement. Thus an installation can only be a proposal and an offer. I tried with my work to find a visual language that is similar to losing, to loss.

I focus in this work on the butterfly. Butterflies fascinated people. The Greeks saw him as the symbol and the embodiment of a soul. Thus, the butterfly was also a symbol of immortality and the transformation of the soul. Today it is more abused for different kitschy decorative variations. So he loses his true identity and meaning and has nothing to do with the animal, which is now threatened with extinction or millions killed in his still pupated existence for silk production. So it is in my work placeholder for any other animal.

In my installation predominate the colors black, red and white. I took the butterfly the color and incorporated him in clothes of silk paper and concrete and sewn into weavings of wool. They seem to try to escape. But maybe they dig also like tattoos in us. Or even like broken glass in our flesh. Concrete shards were once faces. One can imagine it. A single image is colorful, kitschy and romantic when the butterflies flutter in a forest, vernal tender. It turns out upon closer inspection as a dummy.

 

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Minu Ghedina - artist from Innsbruck, Austria   |   Painting · Sculpture · Object · Installation