MAMACAMP brings together works by artists Josefin Arnell and Natasja Loutchko. Including video, installation and prints, the exhibition explores how motherhood, control, comfort and codependency are intertwined.
Opening: 24th of March 2017, 7pm - 10pm
Duration: 25th of March - 7th of May
Opening hours: Friday - Saturday 2.30pm - 6.30pm and by appointment
Uqbar, Schwedenstrasse 16, 13357 Berlin, Germany
Afterparty: 24th of March 2017, 10.30pm - late
Studio8, Gruentaler Strasse 8, 13357 Berlin, Germany
If you're a daughter, think of your mom as a woman with her 'own wounds and hurts,' who was born and raised in a different generation with different values adn difficult family relationships and issues. A random quote from a website called psychcentral.com in an article titled '15 Insights on Improving Mother-Daughter Relationships". But isn't everyone a person with their own wounds and hurts? I want my mother to be strong and wise and filled with knowledge through experience, and willing to dispense this knowledge onto me and all her clothes from bygone eras, which will fit me perfectly because if I grew inside her then her blood is my blood and I'm made from her flesh, thus we are the same clothing size because I am half her.
Why are we so impatient with the people we love?
EVBG is excited to present MAMACAMP, a collaborative duo exhibition that brings together works by artists Josefin Arnell and Natasja Loutchko. Arnell and Loutchko met in the summer of 2016 and realized that their sisters had the same names and that their moms might be using the same bleaching brand. They started Mamacamp as an ongoing dialogue about inherited trauma and sisterhood in and between their practices. The two featured films document the travels that both artists undertook with their mothers. Loutchko went to California to undergo a mental SPA. Arnell took her mother to Brazil to meet the famous spiritual healer John of God. The mothers perform for the camera, slipping in and out of character, receiving instructions or asking for them. Yes,open that door again, no, why can't you do it like that. Mother and daugher on a voyage. Why are you always like this? Is this trip undertaken for the purpose of making work, does a mother know when you are subverting your truth? Yes, because she is your mother. Rub mud on her face, careful near her eyes, I take care of you, we are close, my fingers on your skin, my finger in your ear.
A make-believe teenage bedroom is constructed in the exhibition space, a place of angst and safety. The nineties with a flatscreen TV. The walls covered in posters, here are all my interests, all of my insides splashed on the outside. I'm a HORSEGIRL. Too old for stuffed animals but you can hug me.
Who is in control now? The horse or me? I ride the horse, I control the horse, don't I? I know I don't, we collaborate on control. I hold the reigns, I pull, you pull back, I braid your tail, don't you look pretty but I am pretty too. My ponytail's so tight. Something to hold on to. We're going faster now, I ride you, my ass bounces but I follow the movement.