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Heilbronner Kunstwochenende 2010
2.+ 3.10.2010 | Sa 16–1 Uhr + So 11-20 Uhr

“HAT CR3W” – das Künstlertrio Sergej Emir Lele: „Unter-Führung“
Performance – Sa. 2.10. um 20Uhr / HAT CR3W, Harald Riegg und Boldriders – Harmonie Vorplatz
Annika Winkelmann: Installations-Projekt „eingebettet“

Das Künstlertrio Sergej Emir Lele nimmt die Fundamente rings um die
Harmonie – eigentlich verhüllte Eingänge zu der ausgedienten
Harmonie-Unterführung – zum Anlass ihrer künstlerischen Arbeit – parallel
zur Ausstellungseröffnung von Josef Beuys in der neuen Kunsthalle.

Seine Arbeit versteht das Künstlertrio als Fortführung der sozialen Plastik von Joseph Beuys:
„Ähnlich wie wir UrbanStreet Künstler war auch ‚Beusy‘ sehr sensibel für soziale Themen.
Wir leben in einer Umwelt und in einer Gesellschaft, die großen Einfluss auf
unsere Arbeit haben.“ / Harmonie-Vorplatz

Parallel dazu nimmt die junge Künstlerin Annika Winkelmann den fünften Sockel – am von Gebäuden umsäumten Eingang zur Hafenmarktpassage
als Basis für ihr Installations-Projekt „eingebettet“. Es wird ein „intimes“ Bett zwischen zwei Häusern entstehen: „Die Geborgenheit einer ungewöhnlichen
Gewohnheit“. / Hafenmarktpassage

Click to access Kunstwochenende_Heilbronn.pdf

support: montana cans

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presse:
http://www.stimme.de/heilbronn/kultur/sonstige;art11930,1951928
http://www.stimme.de/heilbronn/nachrichten/stadt/sonstige;art1925,1951938

Scott Bourne “I Make Postcards”

Ausstellungsdauer: 11. September bis 02. Oktober 2010
Gefördert von der Stadt Heilbronn, Carhartt, ProtectYourStyle.de, Dubwars, Data 77112 und PlemPlem

Ever since my early twenties I have been traveling and taking pictures of the people and places I’ve seen. The very act of taking a photograph, in itself, is an act of sharing. I began taking photos for no other reason than to show things to other people. I made small prints, wrote a little something on the back, placed a stamp on it, and dropped it in the post. People that have known me through the years have these scattered around their houses. One on the refrigerator or tucked into a mirror, possibly framed on a desk or a nightstand, others have large books filled with them. Some have a small cigar size box where they are kept, or a larger one under a bed and then there are those that literally have hundreds of them. Many of these people have begun to shoot photos themselves and post them back. When one sets out to show another something through the use of a camera, he is not only able to show what he has seen but exactly the way he has seen it. He gets to frame it, control the light or even transform what the human eye sees, into a black and white image.

As one trip came to an end, another would begin. I developed my photos where I could, often printing them on the road. Pretty soon they began to bare different seals from different states and before long stamps from around the world.

Now whenever I am visiting a friend’s house I am allowed the privilege of seeing these posts. They all have a special meaning not only to the person that has received them but the man who has sent them. Looking at these postcards I am allowed to remember a time and place in my own life. The pictures themselves document not only my travels but a friendship. They all bear a stamp of which contains the time, date and place…and to look through one of these collections one can see a history. The Internet has destroyed all of this. Digital photography has made the act of sharing valueless. A world filled with mass e-mails, blogs and post, nothing personal or having the actual human touch. On top of that, how many of these files are saved, printed or can be tucked into a mirror. Your baby pictures forever lost when you dropped your I-phone in the toilet. It appears as if modern man is out to erase himself…. meanwhile I make postcards.

I am not a professional photographer; at best I am a documenter. I often say that I don’t even shoot photographs, that I steal them. I like to catch a moment that is occurring, a moment that is real. I very seldom even look through the lense when I am shooting people. I hold it up at any angle, often trying to make it appear as if I am stretching or simply removing the strap from my neck. I shoot down low in a crowd as if drawing a handgun like an assassin and have even used my point-and-shoot as if it were a cell phone, holding it up to my ear and rotating towards my victim. When I must use a flash I try to make it appear as if it has been an accident. I wear a bummed or baffled face as if to say sorry, but…I am not, I have just stolen your photograph.

I call myself an amateur because I am breaking all the rules and having fun doing it. I shoot in low light, or directly into the sun. I shoot with or with out a flash, indoors or out, 1600 in bright light on a beach, or 100 speed color in the darkness of my apartment. I shoot long exposure shots without a tri-pod. I barely look through the lense and see no great reason to. I have a careless, reckless abandon of the rules and the greatest reward of this, is the surprises I get when I develop my negatives. The instant gratification of the digital photographer destroys the minds ability to even recognize when a moment has been captured. He is a bad hunter who peppers the forest with bullets and later chooses the best kill leaving the others behind as a waste to the world. This infinite ability to shoot makes the cameraman into a trigger-happy assassin spraying his bullets across a crowd instead of homing in on his one victim. He has poor judgment, is a poor marksman and is unable to escape unseen.

All the photos in this show are meant to meet with a common theme of darkness as expressed in the pages of ECLIPSE. They are all hand printed photographs on traditional Baryta paper, which is gelatin based and the most durable of all photographic papers. In the 21st century PAPER is still the longest lasting way to store data and yet everything in your world is going out of print and you are helping it. They’ve got you addicted to the instant gratification of the Internet. Strung out on I-pods and myspace pages. Soon the post will be out of business but long after your computers collapse and erase all your photographs, my postcards will still exist. I encourage you to stop erasing yourselves. To go out, buy a small, inexpensive film camera, create some postcards of your own and begin a history that will surpass modern technology.
S.H.Bourne, October, 2009, Paris

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