Diana Al-Hadid
Jesse Bercowetz
Eric and Heather ChanSchatz
Nicole Cherubini
Gordon Cheung
Benjamin Cottam
David Kennedy Cutler
Valie Export
Tine Furler
Till Gerhard
Angelina Gualdoni
Liz Larner
Johannes Lotz
Jin Meyerson
Ted O'Sullivan
Enoc Perez
Gert Uwe Tobias
Sara VanDerBeek
Debora Warner
Pawel Wojtasik
Zachary Wollard
David Hunt
"The ponies had begun to veer off from the herd and the drovers were beating their way toward this armed company met with on the plain.Already you could see through the dust on the ponies' hides the painted chevrons" (Cormac McCarthy). Group show curated by David Hunt.
Group show
Curated by David Hunt
Blood Meridian inaugurates the opening of Galerie Michael Janssen, Berlin.
Michael Janssen is pleased to present a group show featuring twenty-one
international artists in all media.
Diana Al-Hadid, Jesse Bercowetz, Eric and Heather ChanSchatz, Nicole Cherubini,
Gordon Cheung, Benjamin Cottam, David Kennedy Cutler, Valie Export, Tine Furler,
Till Gerhard, Angelina Gualdoni, Liz Larner, Johannes Lotz, Jin Meyerson, Ted
O’Sullivan, Enoc Perez, Gert-Uwe Tobias, Sara VanDerBeek, Debora Warner,
Pawel Wojtasik, Zachary Wollard.
“The ponies had begun to veer off from the herd and the drovers were beating their
way toward this armed company met with on the plain. Already you could see through
the dust on the ponies’ hides the painted chevrons and the hands and rising suns and
birds and fish of every device like the shade of old work through sizing on a canvas
and now too you could hear above the pounding of the unshod hooves the piping of the
quena, flutes made from human bones, and some among the company had begun to saw
back on their mounts and some to mill in confusion when up from the offside of those
ponies there rose a fabled horde of mounted lancers and archers bearing shields
bedight with bits of broken mirrorglass that cast a thousand unpieced suns against
the eyes of their enemies.
A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or
clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the
skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with th
e blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry
jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings
and a bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide
helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in the armor of a spanish
conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or
sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their
braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground
and their horses’ ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one
whose horses’ whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen’s faces gaudy
and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all
howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell
more horrible yet than the brimstone land of christian reckoning, screeching and
yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right
knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.
Oh my god, said the sergeant."
McCarthy, Cormac. Blood Meridian. New York: Vintage Books, 1985.
Opening april 27, 2007
Galerie Michael Janssen
Kochstrasse, 60 - Berlin
Free admission