You can’t shake your baby to sleep but you can rock it
Opening April 1, 18.00
There are so many ways of speaking and telling stories. To help understand ourselves, to build relationships. Pillow talk. Art talk. Pick up lines. Parents telling tales. Rocking a baby.
When I was little, my father told me the story about hunter and gatherers and how gender differences originated in this division of work. The women gathering, light work for neat handed persons. I was so frustrated with him and the story, because I did not recognize myself in it, and I did not understand how he could either. Recently I read a book about the origin of gathering in the human evolution. As climate change shrank the rain forest full of fruit, our ancestors went from living like fruit-picking chimpanzees to having to dig for roots underground. It was hard work, half an hour of digging, including removing heavy stones, to get to one single root. In addition, the roots were so fibrous and hard that they had to spend a long time chewing them, sometimes hours. Some roots were even so fibrous that they just chewed them for hours to extract the nutrients and juice, and then spit out the leftover pulp. I liked this new story about the diggers and chewers.
The exhibition consists of a constellation of three video works: Two video performances I did when I first started doing art, and a new work centring around a retelling of the older works, a retelling arising from intimate conversations I have had about them.