Greenaway Art Gallery 2010

Songs that changed the world and influenced the weather.


Often, maybe too often, words are really all that we have. The words fall under a roster of facts, clues, anomalies and intellectual debris. As for the rest it is all used and abused for specific purposes. Silence! Too much said, way too much. Enough.

The seams that hold together a number of visual and textual parts have come undone. Reading influences the next line of this sticky emotional experience. Song lines of our urban world are punctured by sound, spaces green and concrete and reflected in glass. The word has it, overcast with gusty winds and possible showers with sunny periods. Well rehearsed the word on the street. Talk back radio has doubled its effect with TV and out of a car stereo Lou Reed sings:

I was thinking of some kind of whacked out syncopation

That would help improve this song

Some knock’em down rhythm

That would help it move along

Some rhyme of pure perfection

A beat so hard and strong

If I can’t get it right this time

Will a next time come along

Why can’t I be good?



The moment has past into another moment. Time and distance are endlessly repeated in the longing for experience, any kind of emotional and felt knowledge.

Some selected words on phenomenological appearances. These words relate to the mash up on art and recent thoughts while crossing Europe by train. Due to the ash cloud from Iceland all travel by air was prevented. Thoughts differ between the transportation mode while being stationary and moving. Thinking and walking comes easy.


Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their form, order, distances, a shapeless dust cloud invades the continents. Italo Calvino


The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Samuel Beckett


From there he must have seen it all, the plain, the sea, and then these self-same hills, that some call mountains, indigo in places in the evening light, their serried ranges crowding to the skyline, cloven with hidden valleys that the eye divines from sudden shifts of colour and then from other signs for which there are no words, nor even thoughts. Three novels, from Molloy, p. 9 and 10, Samuel Beckett

People always want answers, but only liars have answers. Politicians have answers. Art should ask questions. Michael Haneke


This is ongoing, obviously as long as time allows. The title Songs that changed the world and influenced the weather is a framework, a scheme, a question and outright critique. Then again, this work can be ontological, atheistic, psychological and pragmatic; a way to make an artwork where fiction and function deals with reality via absurdity.


Look and understand; these are the sticky emotions of experience.