Performances 23 May
Watch me bake – MASSA
Join us on a walk through the city where body, art and collective energy meet. Together with Watch me bake, you will see the city with new eyes – everybody is welcome to join!
- Time: 18:00-18:30
- Location: Forumtorget, ending at Köttinspektionen, Standbogatan 3
- Language: Instructions can be given in both Swedish and English.
We meet at Forumtorget, and move together towards Köttinspektionen at 18.00. The walk is open to anyone who wants to go to the festival together. Please note that the route passes over uneven ground and crosses busy roads.
About the artwork:
Between surface and depth, between collective impulse and individual presence, a space opens up to see and feel the world anew. Join a collective/artistic/physical walk with Watch me bake that starts in the city and ends at Köttinspektionen. Everyone is welcome to participate!
Concept: Erika Martikainen, Linéa Alfredsson, and Ida Mandrén
Participants: Erika Martikainen, Linéa Alfredsson, Ida Mandrén, Alexandra Holmberg, Elsa Lundkvist, Isak Mård, and Paulina Lidholm
Jen Rosenblit – conducting oceans
- Time: 19.00-20.00
- Location: Köttinspektionen, Standbogatan 3
- Language: English
- Tickets: 100 SEK, pre-book
About the artwork:
A detailed account of the absurdity of trying to organize ungovernable bodies. National security is driven by the effort to align, acquire and consolidate land mass as if being a nation or a community ever worked in everyone's favor. The persistent nobility around self care as a capitalist manipulation to render control over our bodies as separate rather than part of nature as an unquantifiable and unpredictable container, a material transitioning in constant response to its surroundings. The choke hold of possibilities for love via friendship rather than the decaying architectures of intimacy bound to ownership, monogamy and fear of being left behind.
It has all become impossible to hold.
These tumultuous accumulations behave like scornful parents and render our bodies and their faulty yet durational architectures, childish.
While it feels severed, we have finally lost our secure hold.
While bumping against flimsy walls we are no longer belonging but continuously existing and overgrowing.
For some it didn't get better as promised but in fact worse and for others there was never any such promise.
Rosenblit sketches an unfinished encounter owning up to the largeness of this body and the erotics of the erosion of a voice.
"conducting oceans" breaches a certain manipulation tucked into the folds of desire.
Marked by unreasonable situations asking, sometimes tricking, the viewer to take over, this solo further elaborates the artists' tendency toward articulating (im)possible multiplicity as desire's primary domestic partner.