Actions and Alterations
It all began when he was a student in Ha mburg in the mid- nineteen- nineties: Thorsten
Brinkmann started taking photographs of himself and yet, at the same time, he
did not allow himself to be seen. Overexposure or chemicals erased or obscured his
face and sometimes his body. During the last ten years he has systematized these
self-referential, ironic meta morphoses of the self. Portraits of a Serialsam mler
(Portraits of a Serial Collector, begun in 2006) is a group of works in which unusual
and witty transformations build up an inimitable tension between object and
subject, between the ordinary household item and the hu man body, and this
tension occasionally flares up in his sculptural installation work as well.
This sequence of photos unites imaginative and simple self-portraits. However, we do
not see the artist himself in them; rather, we see an intriguing figure, disguised to
the point of unrecognizability, whose gender it is not even possible to guess with
any certainty. Based on either a bust- or full-length portrait, very traditional in
form but practically anarchic and revolutionary in terms of content, these pictures
contain figures wearing found objects-cardboard boxes, lampshades, or ladies'
handbags- where a head ought to be. Accompanying the figure wearing them,
ludicrous bits of second- hand clothes populate the theatrical settings. Fashion
always represents a history of the times, too, so wild combinations of trends and
decades blur the boundaries separating them. Dark headscarves not only cover the
protagonist's hair, but his entire head, paraphrasing Brinkmann's typical method
of artistic recycling as well as the continuous media discussion of the chador.
Brinkmann's protagonists (Brinkmann himself, that is) are also equipped with diverse
second- hand objects whose previous functions cannot always be clearly
determined: a piece of bent, red drainpipe is worn as a glove; under a pink
sweater, a round, flat, plastic container becomes a pregnant belly; a white metal
rod looks like an executioner's sword in the hands of a man standing with his legs
spread wide apart. Expressions are transmitted through body language, since the
face is concealed beneath the absurd head coverings. Brinkmann leaves nothing to
chance- neither his position in the space nor the equipment for his provisional
photo studios, such as carpeting, backdrops, and props. His combinations lead to
something new. The stasis of the situation is fascinating, since it lends the pose
meaning, yet at the same time, bitter irony oozes from all the seams of the image.
Neutral backgrounds allow the viewer’s gaze to rest on the figures, which are often
tightly squeezed into the frame, looking ridiculous in their Dadaist disguises.
Among the historical predecessors or godparents of Brinkmann's work are
photographers such as Claude Cahun, Diane Arbus, Marcel Ducha m p, and Cindy
Sherman, since they long ago rejected the notion of literally representing the artist
and his or her contemporaries in their own work. The characters we see here are
indeed divested of their individuality, yet they are highly stylized in a very
individual way. At the same time, Brinkmann seems to be interested in the
different material expressions of the objects.
Brinkmann is actor, director, and cameraman all in one. It takes about ten to twenty
minutes to prepare for a photograph, but once he has his mask on, he has no more
than ten seconds to position himself in front of the camera before the delayedaction
shutter release goes off. Results can be seen right away on the digital
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camera display, so that the process can be repeated if necessary. The experiment
can be readjusted until the artist is satisfied with a specific photograph. Brightness
and contrast are digitally altered afterward, but backgrounds and objects are never
copied into other self-portraits. Sometimes the artist spies an empty, provisional
seat or an open pocket and turns them into photographs, some of which are
incorporated into his publications, gradually forming their own photo series. The
vacancy in these photos represents itself, yet at the same time, it reflects the
supposed before and after of the pictures, and therefore the concepts of process
and time, for the seat is also a pedestal on which the artist elevates himself.
Also of interest are the mantles under which no hu man contour is delineated; they gain
their own sculptural value, as in Silvy Farmerly (2007). Skin is rarely seen: most of
the time, the body is covered up to the neck in several wildly condensed layers of
second- hand fashion coerced into piles. The performative act of disguising and
concealing the self can be understood in filmic terms in Brinkmann's video work,
Pose for a Portrait (2007). In this work, we hear offstage ha m m ering and drilling,
which relativizes the concentration of his sculptural arguments on both a material
and performative level.
The photographs stand on their own within his oeuvre, but Brinkmann embeds them in
installations again and again. Hence, the same pictures sometimes appear in
different contexts, so that their effect and meaning are altered. When they are
hung as part of an installation, he always reacts-as he does with his sculptures
and installations-to the space in which he is working. Using certain variables and
material modules, Brinkmann is continually responding in new and surprising
ways to each space.
Through his almost manic, quasi-messianic collecting, storing, and recycling of the
refuse of our affluent society, Brinkmann's collages lead to a radical reevaluation
of the objects. Everything is real, yet at the same time theatrical. Each object
represents itself and at the same time, is turned into a kind of synecdoche in an
absurd chamber piece. Simultaneously, we are looking for nothing less than
meaning.
Brinkmann undertakes a declination of all kinds of different poses typical of
representational portraits. His use of nothing but natural light is unusual. And the
rough wooden frames he makes for each of the mostly large-format photos are
also unconventional.
Primarily, Brinkmann considers himself a painter, not a photographer. In his
photographs-and sometimes in his sculptures, such as Wenn Wäschekörbe lieber
eine Stehlampe sind (When Laundry Baskets Would Rather Be Floor Lamps, 2007)-
he turns himself into a three-dimensional object. The titles of his photos are
always his: they are verbal correspondences to the visual, and a flash of Dadaism
can be perceived on this level, too. For instance, he called his most recent
exhibition at the gallery Kunstagenten in Berlin Tisch zi bäng ; here, we saw the
phonetic flash of comics or heard Schwitters's sound poe ms "in the inner ear."
Brinkmann's self-portraits, portraits, which combine enigmatic visuals with a
knowledge of art history, should hang in the picture galleries of this world as
interventions that would put a kink in our visual perception.
Photography is also used in other sequences and individual pictures, such as an action
titled 93 in Eins (Alles was in einen Bus passt) (93 in One [Everything That Fits into a
Bus], 2003). Here, we encounter ninetythree ordinary items rescued from the trash,
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all of which fit into Brinkmann's VW bus at the same time; after being removed
from the bus, each item was placed in front of a neutral background and
docu mented in a photograph. This is also something of a paraphrase-this time of
Ducha m p's concept of the objet trouvé, which Brinkmann uses to lend a meaning
to the objects that they never had during their functional existence. Electric stoves,
plastic bowls, and wooden frames are all depicted in front of a white wall.
Compared to the enormous piles and layers of garbage, these photographs seem
almost minimalist. An almost life-size photograph with the descriptive title Soviel
wie möglich auf einmal tragen (Carrying as Much as Possible All at Once, 2003) can
be regarded as a predecessor of the later series of self-portraits.
In this picture,
Brinkmann is carrying a large nu m ber of mostly white objects-coffee machines,
pillows, blankets, window shades, drying racks-under his arm or between his legs,
while at the same time wearing a plastic trash can on his head. In this way, he
turns himself into a sort of imaginary creature. Even in this earlier work,
exaggeration has already become an instrument of stylization. The meta morphosis
of form is both subtle and radical-but only if we affirm Brinkmann's reevaluation
of what has been discarded. As far as contemporary sculpture is concerned,
Brinkmann is not unique in combining appropriation, recombination, and
reinterpretation, but as far as photography goes, he does indeed stand alone.
Brinkmann's three art professors in Kassel and Ha m burg- Floris Neusüss, Bernhard
Blume, and Franz Erhard Walther-have each left very different marks on
Brinkmann's thinking. Specifically, Blume's concept of transforming everyday life
into theater and his performative visual strategy have probably been most
influential. The result is a body of work that, although still young: is confident and
unconventional.
The artist constantly slips into new roles and costumes. Wearing
old clothes, his meta morphoses are amusing and cryptic-his is a personalized
transformation lying some w here between Hugo Ball's Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich and
the work of Cindy Sherman or Erwin Wur m. Thus, Brinkmann's Portraits of a
Serialsam mler remains a self-assured, ironic way of dealing with recent art history.
Yet he does not choose to quote directly; instead, he tends to take various
approaches to motifs or atmospheres-for example, the light or minimalist
composition of a seventeenth- century interior. However, owing to these kinds of
appropriations, as well as the pretended emotion and exaggerated theatricality of
his settings, Thorsten Brinkmann's work im mediately turns to the curious and
meditative. Odd head coverings made of pink fleece or hidden metal buckets take
the topics of sensitivity and identity-endlessly debated in contemporary art-and
continue them ad absurdu m . By contrast, Brinkmann's simple, impressive body of
work goes beyond body or performance art to create its own category.
Matthias Harder, 2008
Opening friday 5 september 2008, 5 pm
Nicolas Krupp
Erlenstrasse 15 - Basel
Free admission