Parkhausprojects
about
Originally a car park house for the officers of the DDR, it is still a place where over half is leased out for parking.Parkhaus projects was established in 2008. The space consits of six studios with international artists working over many disciplines. In 2009 the first ehxibition was shown in the newly redesigned space, including the now infamous ramp space. The ramp of course is the driveway for the cars to access their park place and within the ramp is a large central void, 30 meters high. This architecture has been fundamental in the curating of specifc works to suit its strength and beauty.
Originally a car park house for the officers of the DDR, it is still a place where over half is leased out for parking.Parkhaus projects was established in 2008. The space consits of six studios with international artists working over many disciplines.
In 2009 the first ehxibition was shown in the newly redesigned space, including the now infamous ramp space. The ramp of course is the driveway for the cars to access their park place and within the ramp is a large central void, 30 meters high. This architecture has been fundamental in the curating of specifc works to suit its strength and beauty.
Exhibitions
Big Bang Beautiful
October 2009ARTISTS:Mareike LeeThomas BirkeMarcus SendlingerGiles RyderClaus LarsenThe opener! It was huge, it was an explosion and yet we all loved it.With the decision to start off with some works that affected our senses the selection of artists made for and introduced the space. The work covered sound sculpture, light installations, paintings, photography and a kinetic/robotic installation.
October 2009
ARTISTS:
Mareike Lee
Thomas Birke
Marcus Sendlinger
Giles Ryder
Claus Larsen
The opener! It was huge, it was an explosion and yet we all loved it.
With the decision to start off with some works that affected our senses the selection of artists made for and introduced the space. The work covered sound sculpture, light installations, paintings, photography and a kinetic/robotic installation.
Circlework
April 2010ARTISTS:Lucio AuriMax FreyFlorian NeufeldtGemma BuddenTim GreavesThe new season starter after a long winter break. Circlework was concept to present artists whose art works touched on the circle. Either grand or small, considered or chanced, objective or subjective. The looping of light or the capturing of a shadow. Circlework as a title worked as a double entendre, where it relates to the artworks and also the parkhaus architecture and the slang term used to descibe a car burning its tires.
April 2010
Lucio Auri
Max Frey
Florian Neufeldt
Gemma Budden
Tim Greaves
The new season starter after a long winter break.
Circlework was concept to present artists whose art works touched on the circle. Either grand or small, considered or chanced, objective or subjective. The looping of light or the capturing of a shadow.
Circlework as a title worked as a double entendre, where it relates to the artworks and also the parkhaus architecture and the slang term used to descibe a car burning its tires.
Press Pause
June 2010ARTISTS:Claudia ChaselingMichael KutschbachAnna Myga KastenSven WeigelGoing faster miles an hourEuhlalalalalaAwith the radio onAroadrunner, roadrunnerAeuhmuh faster miles an hourOh, God, I don't know it...I drove past the Stop 'n' ShopAnd I wah by the Stop 'n' ShopAn' I flarala wahbah Stop ShopI hit pause,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,This CDs making me nervous, driving the two lane black top with the player on..Fuckin Sex Pistols just goin too fast. I have to pause.What just happened? What the hell was that interview about? It was a Requiem für ein interview. Now it leaves me wondering if it was more of an interrogation, there were those spot lights staring down upon me whilst I sat upon some repo of a Mies van der Rohe classic. This eternal Barcelona chair has put dear Ludwig on hold. When an interview felt like an interrogation comforted in high design set amongst a stage and filmed in all its sterility, what is the point of this prosperity? Film but not recorded. This single channel feed gave me white line fever and this was before I had hit the ramp. I didnt know if I was too early or late. Did I miss the event? Was I includedwere you?Now in my car I search for the right disc to throw in the playerto get me up the road.RUN DMC falls out the stackThats it.PAUSE, great song to get me onIt's simple, just like stop and goYou can pause on the fast or slowIn my car I feel safe, this is my home away from home..this is my cocoon.In my car life is on hold, a sanctuary in statis. On the outside it can be anything you desire, like finding forms in clouds, though on the inside it is me.I am Untitled. Suspended you have now idea of my actions inside. As my outer form is only a skin for the colour within. Exiting from this pause in life, this cocoon, I am emerging, and fuck yeh, I am metamorphing. Will you wait for me?Having entered your world, I now Touch this new space. Is this world yours or my interpretation of it? I feel feel as though I am floating, with my colour so vibrant, like radio waves, like water waves, like sound wave they adorn me. Here I fly in a new universe. How must I adapt? It brings back what Bertolt Brecht has thrown out there for us, Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are. We must grow and either being passive we adapt ourselves to survive or we are aggressive and change that around us to feed us. I can drop into your perspective and see all the geometry in all its glory or I can shift my position and create my own shapes. Here I stand upon your desired point and all the curves line up to skim the skin and we fall into harmony. The tension comes from knowing that if I step out of line all becomes abstract again.You are probably wondering what my ride is..its a fukin Mustang man, Ford fukin Mustang. Why this beast? Because inside this car there is no fear. The father of the Mustang was Lee Iacocca and his words have stayed with me from the time I was born till the BP oil spill today. We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?I slip this pony up a gear as I enter the tunnel. Its dark in here, my lights are shot and have to squint my eyes to find the right direction. All flashes past in a blur. What was that and what is that? The tunnel wall is repeated in the windows as picture and they are repeated in the columns,,,,, I pause and ponder (can we ponder without pausing?)what came first the object > drawing > wall or the inverso?I can make no sense of what I see here, is it real or my imagination. I start to panic and push the pedal to the floor. No understanding and not realizing its intentions this tunnel is making me furious.thats it! Its a Frumious Bandersnatch. Now in my trust steed I know I am safe as "She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch!" The drawings and objects are in limbo. They swing between the organic and the industrial, balanced on the fence and wondering which way they will fall. I gain security in Goethe : Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction. I reach over to the back seat, grab a beer and down it in one gulp. I grab another.I hit the play button.Going faster miles an hourEuhlalalalalaAwith the radio onAroadrunner, roadrunnerAeuhmuh faster miles an hourRequiem fur ein interview Sven Weigel Untitled Anna Myga KastenTouch Claudia ChaselingFrumious Bandersnatch Michael KutschbachThis exhibition was driven (curated) by Hausmeister 04.06.2010
June 2010
Claudia Chaseling
Michael Kutschbach
Anna Myga Kasten
Sven Weigel
Going faster miles an hour
Euhlalalalala
Awith the radio on
Aroadrunner, roadrunner
Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour
Oh, God, I don't know it...
I drove past the Stop 'n' Shop
And I wah by the Stop 'n' Shop
An' I flarala wahbah Stop Shop
I hit pause,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
This CDs making me nervous, driving the two lane black top with the player on..Fuckin Sex Pistols just goin too fast. I have to pause.
What just happened? What the hell was that interview about? It was a Requiem für ein interview. Now it leaves me wondering if it was more of an interrogation, there were those spot lights staring down upon me whilst I sat upon some repo of a Mies van der Rohe classic. This eternal Barcelona chair has put dear Ludwig on hold. When an interview felt like an interrogation comforted in high design set amongst a stage and filmed in all its sterility, what is the point of this prosperity? Film but not recorded. This single channel feed gave me white line fever and this was before I had hit the ramp. I didnt know if I was too early or late. Did I miss the event? Was I includedwere you?
Now in my car I search for the right disc to throw in the playerto get me up the road.
RUN DMC falls out the stack
Thats it.PAUSE, great song to get me on
It's simple, just like stop and go
You can pause on the fast or slow
In my car I feel safe, this is my home away from home..this is my cocoon.
In my car life is on hold, a sanctuary in statis. On the outside it can be anything you desire, like finding forms in clouds, though on the inside it is me.I am Untitled. Suspended you have now idea of my actions inside. As my outer form is only a skin for the colour within. Exiting from this pause in life, this cocoon, I am emerging, and fuck yeh, I am metamorphing. Will you wait for me?
Having entered your world, I now Touch this new space. Is this world yours or my interpretation of it? I feel feel as though I am floating, with my colour so vibrant, like radio waves, like water waves, like sound wave they adorn me. Here I fly in a new universe. How must I adapt? It brings back what Bertolt Brecht has thrown out there for us, Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are. We must grow and either being passive we adapt ourselves to survive or we are aggressive and change that around us to feed us. I can drop into your perspective and see all the geometry in all its glory or I can shift my position and create my own shapes. Here I stand upon your desired point and all the curves line up to skim the skin and we fall into harmony. The tension comes from knowing that if I step out of line all becomes abstract again.
You are probably wondering what my ride is..its a fukin Mustang man, Ford fukin Mustang. Why this beast? Because inside this car there is no fear. The father of the Mustang was Lee Iacocca and his words have stayed with me from the time I was born till the BP oil spill today. We've got to pause and ask ourselves: How much clean air do we need?
I slip this pony up a gear as I enter the tunnel. Its dark in here, my lights are shot and have to squint my eyes to find the right direction. All flashes past in a blur. What was that and what is that? The tunnel wall is repeated in the windows as picture and they are repeated in the columns,,,,, I pause and ponder (can we ponder without pausing?)what came first the object > drawing > wall or the inverso?
I can make no sense of what I see here, is it real or my imagination. I start to panic and push the pedal to the floor. No understanding and not realizing its intentions this tunnel is making me furious.thats it! Its a Frumious Bandersnatch.
Now in my trust steed I know I am safe as "She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch!" The drawings and objects are in limbo. They swing between the organic and the industrial, balanced on the fence and wondering which way they will fall. I gain security in Goethe : Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.
I reach over to the back seat, grab a beer and down it in one gulp. I grab another.
I hit the play button.
Requiem fur ein interview Sven Weigel
Untitled Anna Myga Kasten
Touch Claudia Chaseling
Frumious Bandersnatch Michael Kutschbach
This exhibition was driven (curated) by Hausmeister 04.06.2010
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10405 Berlin
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