February 7, 2017

Providence, Lullabies, and a Faint Memory of my Visit to KW

I resurrected today after having been sick in bed for four days in a row. My eyes closed on my sickbed, I did nothing else but listen to the podcasts of Agatha Christie’s murder mysteries and I can say that, just like Miss Marple, I now believe in Providence, whereas Monsieur Poirot taught me that thinking is an admirable exercise.

Okay, admitted, I did get out of the house once or twice, I don’t remember why, and taking the subway I was surprised to read on the TV screen that galleries are now moving to Ku’damm - it’s the new thing to do. I couldn’t believe that the BVG (the German subway system) knew this before I did. But it might have been my delirium. A false fact of some sort. 

A man with a kid on his lap was sitting next to me in the subway. He was always talking to his kid about how “daddy” did this and that with the kid. I was confused for a moment, since it seemed clear to me that he himself was the daddy. But then I realized that parents often talk in the third person about themselves to their children. I find this psychologically very interesting. 

Alright, I even worked during those four days sick. Since I didn’t want to talk too much during my guided tour, I asked questions for the visitors to answer (we learnt that from good old Socrates, didn’t we?). “So how do you like this art work?” I whispered. “Mmmm...” the visitor answered, “I’m intrigued.”

Listening to all these mystery stories during my sickness, I was reminded of how artists often think that making art is about obscuring things, about making things so-called mysterious, whereas some artists (the good ones) manage to create mystery by simply showing everything on the surface. 

There is an incredible optimism going on in the Agatha Christie novels. The inspector states that there are many smart people in the world who commit murders that will never be found out. Strange, I always thought there were a lot of stupid people in the world. 

I remember something W. told me that our friend D. had told him: there is good noise and there is bad noise in art. D. had been at an event and it had definitely been the latter kind of noise. 

Bored out of mind I thought back of my visit to KW two weeks before, which had opened under the new direction of Krist Gruijthuijsen (by the way, if he can make a career with his surname, then I can do so too!) with new shows of Ian Wilson and Hanne Lippard. KW has been disappointing for many years, it got so bad people have started to call it The System. The shows always seemed so boring because they tried so hard. That’s why I did like the move of Krist Gruijthuijsen - he had the guts to open with two very uneventful shows, that were just boring for the sake of it. There is practically nothing to be seen of Ian Wilson, just a paper on the wall saying the discussion is starting or has started - I don’t even remember. And for Hanne Lippard’s work one has to wait in line before ascending the beige stairs, then waiting some more, in a low-ceiling-space with a carpet in the color of flesh, for the audio to start,which text is quite uneventful too. It was boring and I liked it. 

Some last Agatha Christie wisdom: when somebody says "You're looking particularly alive today" - it might be that you won't look that alive anymore the day of tomorrow. 

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