I’ve been so tired lately, that

Result #1

I cant remember if Im not old enough to be a stroller or not, or how many kids of my age still show up to the gallery, let alone to the shows. But I do remember that they are there, and they know exactly what they are doing. Ive never felt so proud of a group of strangers. Ive never felt so privileged.And Im not ashamed to admit that a part of my pride is due to my feeling of having helped open up a whole new social space for artists. Thats a hell of a lot to ask of a group of strangers.

Result #2

I cant remember the last time I have been so relaxed.On the other hand, the new work in the show shows a sharp-edged existentialism that, despite its veneer of realism, can still carry a dark streak. For instance, one piece depicts a tree on a branch, with the word music written on it. The word, like the word I, is a figure of speech, which is to say that the works use of the word to represent a feeling is problematic. To me, it implies that the whole point of life is to have a feeling. Perhaps this is what is missing from the show, however, or perhaps the intention is to make us feel a little better. Either way, it is a sad end to an obviously competent show.

Result #3

I’ve been so tired lately, that i can barely remember what i saw when i was a child, a clown wearing a costume, a walking stick, and a jester mask, standing in front of a flamboyant television set. As the jester man is in front of a live-broadcast tape of the show, his face, wistfully and despondently, fades into the background. A clowns face appears on a television screen, watching the video, and is thus simultaneously clown, jester, and clown. The jester mask and the jester mask, by means of an inversion of the image, transpose themselves into the background and disappear into the background; in this respect, they are as much about the clown as the clown.The other piece in the show was a video, projected on the wall. This was the only work that made any use of color. It was a color-over-color-over-color video, a hybrid, in which the projected image was an acrylic painting that covered a real color field with a top layer of acrylic paint, which was then painted in black. The paintings color was a matte black, and the acrylic was applied in layers, one over another, forming a very thin, greenish skin. The image, then, was a self-portrait in black and white. The effect was rather amusing, but it was not much more than a prop, and this was exactly what the exhibition failed to do. And yet this is not the first time that Köfte has tried to do something like this. A large canvas, Hinterlands, was recently installed in his gallery, as if in a somewhat logical move. Here Köfte showed two paintings of landscapes, one depicting an empty landscape, the other a suburban house. The landscape, of course, is real, but the suburban house is a fictional painting.

Result #4

i cant fathom what is happening to my heart. I dont know what I am supposed to do with it. This exhibition is an attempt to express that desperate feeling, a manctic and emotional energy that cannot be contained and that is the real subject of this work.

Result #5

I’ve been so tired lately, that I felt it was time to go back to the drawing to remind myself how to do things properly.At first I thought I was going to do it badly. When I got back to the drawing, I realized that I hadnt done anything. The drawings were as bad as I had imagined. They werent quite as good as I imagined they would be. They werent as good as I imagined I would be. And this wasnt even an honest mistake, because I realized I had done something. I had tried hard to do something, and I felt that if I didnt do something, I wouldnt be able to do anything at all. So I thought I was going to do something stupid and over-the-top. I did something that was obviously stupid and over-the-top and I didnt like it. I felt that I was going to do something stupid and over-the-top and I still didnt like it. I didnt even know why I didnt like it. I didnt even know why I didnt like it. I didnt even know why I didnt like it.Ive never been particularly good at self-criticism. I dont really care to do it. Im not trying to do anything; Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im not even going to do anything. I have no idea what Ive done. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. I dont even know what to do with myself. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Ive never been particularly good at self-criticism. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Ive never been particularly good at self-criticism. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there. Im just sitting there.