Ole Martin Lund Bø
Pull down the Blinds
30.08-29.09.2012
Opening: Thursday August 30th at 19:00
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(some innocent questions on the matter of matter, the essence of nonsense and the nonsensical essence)
I once heard about a thinker that wasn't ever able to finish one straight thought, and ended up defining a century.
How do you turn a painting into something other than a pain thing? How do you create a world where you don't end up merging work and private life, and ending up a paint her? How do you negate the form and still manage never ending up with a negative form? How can you live a life saying nothing, at least obvious somethings? How do you distill essence out of nonsense?
I once heard a story about a photographer that took pictures simply to hear the sound of the shutter.
He never made a movie ever.
What is the universe except a smudged flow of colors sweeping through space? What is the discussion except obscuring what should not be analyzed, comprehended, just swallowed and puzzled over without further thought. What is everything except a question? What is the big deal about thought anyway? What is there to evaluate? What is the importance of the unimportant, we ask, when the most unimportant often turns into the greatest comfort? What is banality? What is the point of even mentioning the word, when it can only be condescending? What does art mean? To able to. To be able to do.
What does meaning mean. Why be mean?
I once heard a story about a writer that started writing because he was tone deaf but dreamed about playing the piano.
His fingers typing a poor excuse, but still, to read him was like listening to music.
Why are the people not able to do condescending to the people that do? Why do we keep asking questions?
Why don't we just paint like a swoosh? Why shouldn't art function more like music, being intuitive, resonating fluid?
Why is there a critical receptor? Why is the receptor often acting more like a velociraptor than a chameleon?
I more than once heard about a sculptor who made his objects simply to be able to smash them to pieces when done. He had a thing about property. He never made it big. But at least he took a stand against quality.
I ever heard a story about a dancer that once fell on stage, falling so well her fall became the dance from that point on.
If you ever say the word process again I will leave you.
If you ever mention the word property again I will put all your ideas to death.
If you ever again try to discuss quality I will picklock your habitat and rearrange all your furniture while asleep.
So you will never again embrace the predictable.
Quality does not exist. It has to be reinvented. You alone, or with someone else, or no one. Who cares? Who cares who cares? Basal, banal, complex, cortex, canvas, bananas, piano, paint, pictures, fixtures, rainbows, scarecrows.
In the future everyone will sing false. In the future motif will be inexistent.
In the future everyone will dance out of sync with the hymn.
Style.
The essential isn't the process.
The essential isn't the piece.
The essential isn't the context.
The essential is the transition.
The essential is nonsensical.
The essential is the distilled.
nonsense.
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- Kristian Skylstad
Ole Martin Lund Bø
Untitled
C-print
2012
Ed: 5+2
60x72cm
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Foil on Canvas #1 & #2
Foil on canvas
2012
72x84,5cm (each)
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Golden Down Jacket
Oil on brass
2012
40x128x9cm
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Blank Drawing
Foil and acryllic paint on canvas
2012
72x84,5cm
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Distilled Portrait of Young Dancer Smoking
Oil on Canvas
2011
60x70cm
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Extraction
Glass, rubber, wool, canvas, cotton, plexi, insulation, ethafoam
2012
126x146x8cm
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Extraction (detail)
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Intsallation view: Pull Down the blinds
2012
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Installation view: Pull Down the Blinds
2012
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Ole Martin Lund Bø
Installation view: Pull Down the Blinds
2012