Pledge
Sparwasser
HQ, Berlin, 2004
solo
show including:
a
collaborative performance with
Tim Brennan
a
drawing room response to Pledge by
Paul McDevitt
For
further information please use this link
http://www.sparwasserhq.de/indexENG.htm
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A
map of Berlin grows on one of the walls. It is made up of little pieces
of text that follow the lines of Berlin's streets. Some areas are
left completely blank, while others are represented densely with the
short texts overlapping and cutting across each other. This is an
alternative map of Berlin because the texts refer to what Berliners
are thinking about each day along their routine walks. The artist
has invited the population of Berlin to pledge part of their daily
routine to reflect on an historical political slogan that means most
to them. It is these pledges come together on the wall of Sparwasser
HQ to form an alternative map of Berlin.
In
the window of the gallery, to be viewed from the street, is a double-screened
video of a performance by Beech and Tim Brennan. They are on opposite
sides of the street, talking to each other using paper and marker
pens. They are talking about the future. Their words are an attempt
to think about the way that words thinking, theorising, understanding,
planning, pledging, invitation, instruction can bring about futures
that would not be possible otherwise. And we see, between the screens,
how the actions of one of the performers are modified by the words
of the other. In this instantaneous reaction we see, in miniature,
that words change things.

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From the cellar
you can hear Beech's unprofessional singing voice. He has recorded
twenty songs based on simple invitation. He asked friends to write
song lyrics that he promised to sing from the heart regardless of
his own preferences. He sings the lyrics of others to no musical accompaniment
except for the tunes in his head, taken from the songs he sings along
to when he's alone at home. The tunes and the words are bridges between
people; they acknowledge the links between us that remain even while
we are alone.
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