Expositie MaHKU

Lotte van Geijn 2015


Sometimes he's lost. His view narrows and he's scared to death. The parrots are screaming. A branch sweeping in his face, he slips away on a smooth rock. Suddenly a big insect is buzzing close by.

This is the jungle, he believes that he is lost in the jungle. He's starting to breath heavily while the air is warm and moist. He is sweating. The compass of his guide is broken. He is in total panic.

'My plastic parrots died, because I didn’t pretend to feed them.'

Suddenly he finds the glass-door, the cold air hits his face; realizing this danger has never been real. But the adrenalin made his heart beat faster.

He looked into her eyes, finding the gun into his body when she shot him down. His flesh is real, his blood is real, his pain is real. He died; pretending to be himself.

But this hole isn’t fake at all. He washes the red paint out of his white blouse. He turns the water into a red river. The spot on his left chest is blue. Her bullets are made of rubber.

His existence is empty. He is just a shell. The pearl inside him is a hologram. So real. She can reach for it, but she can never touch it.

-Lotte van Geijn 2015 

Text is part of:
Publication: To mark the exhibition Tomorrow, I May Disappear, 
MaHKU launches a publication containing contributions by the 
participating artists, as well as situating reflections by Natasha Ginwala, 
Henk Slager, Tiong Ang and Maria Hlavajova. Design: Dongyoung Lee.

'How it's supposed to be' #1.2 #in process
Lotte van Geijn 2015 

'How t's supposed to be.' #1 #in process
Lotte van Geijn 2015 

Graphic: Dongyoung Lee: Tomorrow I May Disappear
Graduation Exhibition  MaHKU Fine Art

Opening Graduation Show:
Tomorrow, I May Disappear
Wednesday June 24, 17.30 – 19.30
Minrebroederstraat 16
Utrecht, Netherlands

Exhibition: June 24-July 5
Hours: Wednesday-Sunday 13-18

Ahn Phan Nguyěn, Egbert Jonkers, Iman Al Sayed, Jan Yongdeok Lim,
Koštana Banović, Lotte van Geijn, Renée Aagtjes, Sepideh Raiesi, 
Victor Muñoz and Yasaman Owrang.

Curator: Natasha Ginwala

This group exhibition considers time as a circulation: finitude as a potential 
redistribution of value, seeing ruins as forms of emergence, and delving 
into one's being-in-the-world as a manifold story that is entangled with 
the being of this earth. When disappearing we are also appearing elsewhere.
 The News will begin to resemble the Moon cycle as catastrophe accelerates. 
Tomorrow is only a blueprint. The Ant told the Spider:
 'That's why I say that the individual act-ant is not an agent. Rather, agency – 
that is, what makes things happen – is distributed throughout the network.' 
(Tim Ingold).
Tomorrow, I May Disappear considers collectivity in Art 
as a worthy chance operation amidst a horizon of unpredictability.
-Natasha Ginwala

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