This text was written to accompany the exhibition Klapparstígur 12
We are five living in my house: We all come and go, crossing over in the morning
to share feelings over coffee and maybe catching each other to listen to an
anecdote from the others days in the evening before bed.
Individuals from different origins living separate lives, with their own lived
private experiences, living independently in separate bedrooms and at the same
time finding balance and coming to compromise, co-existing within the same
building, a shared home. I don’t always know where my housemates are going, or
where they’re coming from each day. Yet over time I’ve become aware of
patterns of movement throughout the apartment. We’ve become used to each.
Energies oscillate and the manifestation of home is not something that is static, it
is an active ongoing process.
This state of being, of living in a share house, a moment of coming together
within a space is an exhibition of sorts. Each entity comes from a particular
context of origin, has their own stakes in the world. We, as house-mates are not
curated to bring about a particular statement. We were thrown into a living
situation because we knew someone, who knew someone and needed a room to
stay in. This is something different from a commune, or cult – a
gesamtkunstwerk or a presentation with a definitive thesis. There is no common
manifesto but we do fit together in dialogue, create a conversation. This house is
a group show, a salon hang. Each individual is an artefact and the juxtaposition of
each moment is an accent point that creates something unexpected, generative,
experimental and unique.
The share-house, an exhibition within time: statement points and conflicts
(major dramas or explosions of joy) fluctuations in an experimental narrative
structure, moments all existing or coming together/separating temporarily. This
is an exhibition where sometimes, some things will escape you and yet there is a
sense of and investment in a contained whole.