Georgia Haagsma

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Eating Cake at de Appel: an interview with one of the curators of Bourgeouis Leftovers, Amsterdam

What does one eat in times of crisis? Leftovers. Of the bourgeoisie. Or, but that depends on your political stance, and the degree of hunger, perhaps the bourgeoisie itself. The current exhibition at de Appel Arts Centre in Amsterdam, which concludes this year’s curatorial program, was conceived after the six student curators encountered a bundle of paintings during a visit to the Van Abbe Museum in[…..]

Loving Memory – Mike Kelley

For the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam to choose a retrospective of Mike Kelley‘s work for their first international exhibition since the reopening was, to say the least, symbolic. The Stedelijk opened its newly refurbished and expanded premises in September last year, after years (and years) of highly controversial and heavily debated refurbishments. The enormous white bath tub that is now hovering in front of the institution’s old[…..]

Peter Feiler: explicit idiosyncrasy

Against the backdrop of industrial chimneys, tidal waves and soaring satellites, satanists play their synthesizers while the world is falling apart. Inside a Corbusian building a middle aged man is hitting a woman with a whip. She’s on hands and knees, tightly leathered up. A third person is standing in the same room, watching them. Discarded pieces of human flesh are scattered around, some are[…..]

Traveling the universe / inside the human mind.

Imagine: you walk into a white room. One you can only enter wearing some of those sexy, plastic blue shoe protectors. An oversized flatscreen beams bright flickering light at the opposite wall. You sit down in front of the screen. The brightness is of an almost suffocating magnitude – there is so much light your eyes can’t cope. Instead of seeing light you start to[…..]

William Kentridge – Black Box / Chambre Noire

At the end of William Kentridge’s miniature theatre piece Black Box/Chambre Noire (2005) a rhinoceros gets shot. The shooting, taken from old black and white film footage and projected onto the theatre’s back screen is clumsily executed by a clearly inexperienced rhinoceros hunter. After the deed is done, said hunter runs back and forth between the animal and his original position to check the status[…..]

Secret gardens: the truth revealed

I used to have a secret garden. Even though it was technically communal (which slightly undermines the essence of secrecy) it was rarely visited by anyone and wildly overgrown. Especially in summer you could get lost between the ancient trees and unkept rosebushes and safely hide from the perils of the outside world. I occasionally invited someone around for a midnight picnic, and often spent lazy[…..]

Five centuries of images in Antwerp

Walking through one of the isles of a big London supermarket last week made me realise once again how we are culturally programmed to value image over substance. The way we deal with food packaging is one of the best examples of our inclination towards superficiality and the ease with which we are swayed to buy and eat something that looks nice/tasty/healthy (when it actually isn’t)[…..]