Ronny Szillo FIRST CONTACT
10 Oct - 11 Nov 2008
Ronny Szillo FIRST CONTACT
Ausstellungsansicht / Installation View, 2008, Galerie b2_
Ausstellungsansicht / Installation View, 2008, Galerie b2_
ALF
2008, 190 x 150cm, Holz, Stoff, Gewehr, Leuchtstoffröhre
2008, 190 x 150cm, Holz, Stoff, Gewehr, Leuchtstoffröhre
#6
2008, 46 x 64cm, Holzrahmen, lackiertes PVC, LED-Beleuchtung
2008, 46 x 64cm, Holzrahmen, lackiertes PVC, LED-Beleuchtung
O.T.
2008, 46 x 64cm Möbelteile, Acrylplas mit Gravur, Beleuchtung
2008, 46 x 64cm Möbelteile, Acrylplas mit Gravur, Beleuchtung
O.T.
2008, Plateauschuh, Plasmafolie, Auflage 2 (Rechts + Links)
2008, Plateauschuh, Plasmafolie, Auflage 2 (Rechts + Links)
THRON
2008, 180 x 280 x 75cm, Holz, Möbel, Metal, Laminat, Beleuchtung
2008, 180 x 280 x 75cm, Holz, Möbel, Metal, Laminat, Beleuchtung
Ronny Szillo FIRST CONTACT
Ausstellungsansicht / Installation View, 2008, Galerie b2_
Ausstellungsansicht / Installation View, 2008, Galerie b2_
GEWÄCHSHAUS
2008, 155 x 50 x 20 cm
Holz, Plexiglas, Lüfter, Neonbeleuchtung, Kunststoffbonsai
2008, 155 x 50 x 20 cm
Holz, Plexiglas, Lüfter, Neonbeleuchtung, Kunststoffbonsai
TRIPTYCHON
2008, 260 x 135cm, Möbelteile, LED-Beleuchtung, Soundsteuerung
2008, 260 x 135cm, Möbelteile, LED-Beleuchtung, Soundsteuerung
How can the rocket be futuristic if material analysis showed that the composition of the construction pieces, the processing and the stylistic elements originated sometime in the past 30 years? Did they skip presence or how am I supposed to imagine this? Or does the place of impact tolerate this time-interference?
Either it was a crash- or an emergency landing at least or it is the regular flying style of the pilot who does not spend time thinking about the continuation of the flight. It is certain though, that in this case it is not about a grounding of a flying object, as a present engineer would picture it.
The pilot seems to be safe. He got off and unpacked. He adapted himself to the rather unfamiliar surroundings. He built a base with communication apparatuses, diplomatic representational elements, instruments and gifts for inhabitants and is now awaiting first contact.
It was possible to find out that there existed a small time-passage in the homeland of the pilot. Something completely new, something we call utopia could have arised. Future to us, past to the pilot. However, the fact that everything here is neon instead of neo implies that the chance is probably missed.
The gifts are all "pimped", the emphasis lies on upgrading the surface and the representational potential of the pure appearance. Contrary to "tuning", you abdicate on perfecting the pre-manufactured inner conditions, instead you lunge in new, sparkling cases. Glamour, appearance and neon outweigh values, quality and the actual need of utopian time.
Nevertheless there is no visible gloom or depressive escape of the new arrival. The pilot brings along an unflappable light-heartedness and a happy recklessness to the crash site. Here he combines all the distortions, breaks, dissections and cuts of his journey and for us he is shifting them into a well-known timing.
How confusing this can be is reflected in our aesthetic concept of the future. Today, the future probably looks like a nanoscopic ovale iPhone and not like these blinking and glinting neon-flame-tribal designs. The pilot not only originates from future, but from his very own universe. Future is just simply not what it used to be - his future is though.
Enrico Meyer
Either it was a crash- or an emergency landing at least or it is the regular flying style of the pilot who does not spend time thinking about the continuation of the flight. It is certain though, that in this case it is not about a grounding of a flying object, as a present engineer would picture it.
The pilot seems to be safe. He got off and unpacked. He adapted himself to the rather unfamiliar surroundings. He built a base with communication apparatuses, diplomatic representational elements, instruments and gifts for inhabitants and is now awaiting first contact.
It was possible to find out that there existed a small time-passage in the homeland of the pilot. Something completely new, something we call utopia could have arised. Future to us, past to the pilot. However, the fact that everything here is neon instead of neo implies that the chance is probably missed.
The gifts are all "pimped", the emphasis lies on upgrading the surface and the representational potential of the pure appearance. Contrary to "tuning", you abdicate on perfecting the pre-manufactured inner conditions, instead you lunge in new, sparkling cases. Glamour, appearance and neon outweigh values, quality and the actual need of utopian time.
Nevertheless there is no visible gloom or depressive escape of the new arrival. The pilot brings along an unflappable light-heartedness and a happy recklessness to the crash site. Here he combines all the distortions, breaks, dissections and cuts of his journey and for us he is shifting them into a well-known timing.
How confusing this can be is reflected in our aesthetic concept of the future. Today, the future probably looks like a nanoscopic ovale iPhone and not like these blinking and glinting neon-flame-tribal designs. The pilot not only originates from future, but from his very own universe. Future is just simply not what it used to be - his future is though.
Enrico Meyer