Göksu Kunak a.k.a. Gucci Chunk
AN(A)KARA
2021
Photo credit: Ethan Folk
Courtesy the artist

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99 WORDS WITH GUCCI CHUNK

The creation of visual images of the East
belongs to the imagination of
the Western mind.

A legal bullet
A dead body

Welcome
We provide
Personalized
Selective
Westernization
Are you tired of being ashamed of your traditional identity?
Did you have trouble voicing that you’re actually Muslim?
Are you afraid that Islam will take over your democracy?
Do you have fear of degeneration as a result of too much Westernization?
We’re here to guide you
The A List Health Hack
Look & feel your best
From a Sick Man to
The New Man

He is so handsome, right?

Applause!

Jessica Stockholder
The studio August 2021
Photo credit: Jessica Stockholder
Courtesy the artist and Galleria Raffaella Cortese

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99 WORDS WITH JESSICA STOCKHOLDER

Privacy
Me & You
You and Me
And Vitamin D
The sun also rises
Birds flying out to sea
The furnace sound cries
Softly pushing into Sunday
Headlines floating on devices
Settled softly down between us
Foods & drink move slowly through
Bodies who are hosting winding tube
As on appliance, time blinks by, on stove
Blood takes its walk-through veins in house
While on the couch the bodies hold whose gaze
One instant after instant & the next out the window

Benedikt Hipp
Feste Eigenschaften elastischer Körper
2021
diptych, oil on MDF
176 x 270 cm each
Courtesy the artist and Monitor Roma, Lisbona, Pereto

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99 WORDS WITH BENEDIKT HIPP

In the last year in Rome as a scholarship holder at Villa Massimo, I continued my experimentation in the pictorial and sculptural field, investigating primordial figures and parts of bodies, places of transformation and transition. The body is a recurring theme in my work. I move between painting, sculpture and objects – between fiction and material. Sometimes this interaction seems to be analogous to the daily conflict between our ideas, our flesh and our bones. This conflict is where we live. Regardless of our origins or where we are on this planet, we all share that eternal in-between field.

Graham Hudson
Athleisure Antiquity (Fountain)
2020
940 cm x 980 cm x 350 cm
Scaffold, exercise balls, hose pipe, water, steel pool and polypropylene figures; Discobolus, David, Nike and Venus
Commissioned by Wavelength, Shanghai
Courtesy, Monitor Rome, Lisbon, Pereto

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99 WORDS WITH GRAHAM HUDSON

Do you desire to build a beautiful body? In 1882, circus performer, Friedriech Wilhem Müller toured Italy, inspired by sculptures like Michelangelo’s David’, he would re-mould his body in their image. He re-named himself Eugen Sandow, becoming the world’s first body builder and a symbol of Modernism. He’s in Duchamp’s ‘Large Glass’ and Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’. Schwarzenegger calls Sandow ‘My Hero’, he inspired NASA’s Aerobics and modern Yoga. But the Roman sculptures were copies of lost Greek works, which were more maths algorithm than physical study. Today we chase this tale of classicism, modernism and facsimile to dream the unattainable.

Michael Fliri
Stargazer (Self-portrait)
2020
Photography
Courtesy Galleria Raffaella Cortese, Milano

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99 WORDS WITH MICHAEL FLIRI

– I quickly held out my hand to him: “Done! it’s a deal, you have my shadow for the purse.” He shook my hand, knelt down in front of me without delay, and I beheld him, with admirable dexterity, gently free my shadow, from the head down to the feet, from the grass, lift it up, roll it together, fold it, and finally tuck it into his pocket –

The Wonderful History of Peter Schlemihl, Adelbert von Chamisso (1813)

Let’s reverse this novel. The self-portrait is extracted from the pocket like a haptic sculpture, detaching a transparent surface from it and, with “alchemical” interventions, it reaches a gradual dematerialization to finally manifest itself as an ephemeral image of light/shadow.

By analogical means “Stargazer (Self-portrait)” finds a speculative visual language that appears digital.

Laura Pugno
Dominante / Recessivo
2018
photographic printing, wood, glass and polyurethane
44x32x19 cm
Courtesy the artist

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99 WORDS WITH LAURA PUGNO

Our envelope, as I have called it, the cultural insulation that separates us from nature, is rather like (to use a figure that has haunted me from childhood) the window of a lit-up railway carriage at night. Most of the time it is a mirror of our own concerns, including our concern about nature. As a mirror, it fills us with the sense that the world is something which exists primarily in reference to us: it was created for us; we are the centre of it and the whole point of its existence. But occasionally the mirror turns into a real window, through which we can see only the vision of an indifferent nature that got along for untold aeons of time without us, seems to have produced us only by accident, and, if it were conscious, could only regret having done so. 

[Northrop Frye, Creation and Recreation]

June Crespo
e para lá que eu vou
2020
Bronze and ceramic coat, 2 parts
cm.72x23x11, cm.71×23,5×9
Installation dimensions variable
Photo credit: Jesús Rodríguez
Courtesy the artist and P420, Bologna

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99 WORDS WITH JUNE CRESPO

“Para além da orelha existe um som, à extremidade do olhar um aspecto, às pontas dos dedos um objeto – é para lá que eu vou.
À ponta do lápis o traço.
Onde expira um pensamento está uma idéia, ao derradeiro hálito de alegria uma outra alegria, à ponta da espada a magia – é para lá que eu vou.
Na ponta dos pés o salto.
Parece a história de alguém que foi e não voltou – é para lá que eu vou.
Ou não vou? Vou, sim. E volto para ver como estão as coisas. Se continuam mágicas. Realidade? eu vos espero. E para lá que eu vou.”

[Fragment of “É para lá que eu vou” by Clarice Lispector]

Shafei Xia
Profumo concerto
2020
watercolor on sandal paper mounted on canvas
cm 110×112 
Courtesy the artist and P420, Bologna
Photo credit: Carlo Favero 

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99 WORDS WITH SHAFEI XIA

The great director Federico Fellini defined himself as a clown, he used to say that films were his circus. And life is Shafei’s circus.

Sometimes I’m a clown who brings joy to people. Sometimes I’m the tiger who has been tamed and has to jump through the ring of fire. Sometimes I’m the master of violence. I want to control everything.

My approach to life is a game and, as such, also the circus embodies this face: it makes others smile while preserving a universe of emotions and oppositions.

Gian Maria Tosatti
7_Terra dell’ultimo cielo
2016
Ambient installation, site specific
Courtesy Galleria Lia Rumma Milano / Napoli

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99 WORDS WITH GIAN MARIA TOSATTI

I found by chance this old photograph taken on the days when I had completed my three-year effort for the “Sette Stagioni dello Spirito” project. And it recurs what always happens to me when I look back, review images or reread texts linked to works from the past. I think: «Is it possible that I already then knew so well what I am still looking for today?». Actually, this question measures a distance. The distance between the artist and the artwork. The work knows, understands. The work is a hundred times greater than the artist who discovers it and then, at times, forgets it.

Regina José Galindo
Die Feier
2019
Fotograma de vídeo
11:33 min.
Encargado y producido por Vienna ArtWeek 2019
Cortesía del artista y Prometeo Gallery di Ida Pisani

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99 PALABRAS CON REGINA JOSÉ GALINDO

A quienes multiplican las verduras y
preparan comida para otros que también se multiplican
a quienes conversan con los grillos en noches de insomnio
y les cuentan sus miedos
a quienes viven un amor rosa en medio de tanta negrura
a quienes siguen bailando
a quienes cantan por las mañanas debajo de las caretas
a quienes siempre quisimos morir
y en medio de la pandemia nos dimos cuenta que morir no vale la pena
a quienes esperan que su padre recupere el habla y la vida
para volver a escuchar de su voz, su nombre
a quienes en la distancia lloraron con nosotros sin pudor
a quienes ya no pueden llorar
a quienes se han quedado incompletos
a quienes no pueden abrazar en los entierros
a quienes acompañan mentes que perdieron el juicio
a quienes escriben poesía cuando la ansiedad se inscribe en sus tripas
a quienes dejaron de contar las horas
a quienes juegan en el encierro
a quienes barren sus casas todos los días como quien espera una visita
a quienes les ha crecido tanto los pelos de las axilas que se los trenzan
a quienes siguen usando vestidos en la soledad
a quienes cocinan cien tiempos diariamente para alimentar polluelos
a quienes cosechan sus lechugas
a quienes riegan el diente de león que crece en sus banquetas
a quienes hacen pasteles y malabares como acto de rebeldía
a quienes aún se rebelan
a quienes no olvidaron la libertad
a quienes pensamos sobrevivir
a quienes nos sueñan sonriendo.

[Sin título, 2020]