The Wall: Kunstverein Schattendorf presents stunning Group Show with a text by Etienne Thierry , curated by Siggi Hofer
Welcome to Kunstverein Schattendorf! We're excited to introduce you to "The Wall" – a fantastic group exhibition !
This show features amazing pieces by Iris Andraschek, Arnold Berger, Frauke Dannert, Leo Lunger, Jörg Reissner, Christiane Reiter, and Annett Stolarski.
Plus, you'll get to dive into the thoughts of Etienne Thierry, who adds depth to the art with some insightful words.
The whole thing is beautifully put together by the one and only Siggi Hofer.
To make this even cooler, the visuals are generously provided by Michael Strasser.
What is Kunstverein Schattendorf?
Kunstverein Schattendorf, located near the Hungarian border in Burgenland, is an art space known for its changing contemporary exhibitions.
Established in 2010 by Amer Abbas, it later came under the leadership of Katharina Fink and Siggi Hofer in 2017.
They organize two exhibitions each year, often curated by Siggi Hofer, occasionally with guest curators.
The program and direction of the Kunstverein are determined by its leadership team.
The Wall: Text by Etienne Thierry for Kunstverein Schattendorf
Hello. Is there anybody out there? Hello. An echo. Hello! Just nod if you can see me. Ok, those who are too late will be punished by life.
The old man always said to me. But it is like that. Listen. I am here instead of another person. I am supposed to tell you. About it. But how do you tell about something that has always been there. Simply is here. Silent.
Yet, screamingly raucous. Something that every person knows, always sees, but never notices, and still cannot miss, something to which we lean on and still don’t feel anything except coldness. Is it ignorance, idleness or fear?
Nobody wants to have anything to do with it. Until, well, until people do something like ... Hanging up.
Taking down. Painting. Papering. Plastering. Tearing down. Breaking through. With sound. Or light. Protecting themselves. Pointing out boundaries. Setting them. And then, foolishly forget to remove them.
Perhaps due to lack of money. Or deliberately.
But always in a hurry. Damn. And to tell everything of what is going on voices are needed, voices that carry weight, but also gentle ones, from people who are genuine and brave, who are a rebellious and kind, from human beings with soul.
And they don’t exist without pain. Can you show me where it hurts?
Hey you. Don’t leave me now. It was once upon a time, after all. There, that particular wall. It has been here for a long time. Close to the border. It is the frontier.
A great many of shadows. A shower room. And three shots. Or more. Into the air. Or where to? No organised force, nor a German band.
Until the roof was on fire. Exactly here, but not there, it is. This particular wall. It endured a lot. But didn’t we all.
We could pity ourselves. Take us into your arms! Yet, if it could narrate. Perish the thought! Others will raise their voice for it. Precisely, the persons mentioned above. They are like poets.
They paint us pictures in our head. With paper and tiles and directly on it and then again from another perspective, the fourth is broken like in cinema or in a torture chamber, small format, totally big, ephemeral, yet tangible, and in any case, everything is atmospheric and very often political, but typical, however, not necessarily innocuous, as evil also resides in us, unfortunately, it lies anyway in the beholding eye, you know that, but always, and I’ll repeat myself in a moment, and it doesn’t matter whether on it, in it, or in the middle of the room, there are bricks, always.
But to whom am I telling that?
Is there anybody? Out there. A brick. And another brick. And another brick in the wall. All I see are bricks. Hello. Can you hear it? The song. In a strict disco time. No! The screams.
From outside. Or in the head. For Vera. And of Marlen. Not pink, and not her who’s leaning on a wall. Like Suzanne meant. Isn’t Vega also a star? I am talking about a different one. This particular wall is erected. Made of glass.
For protection. With a stray dog, a cat and a cow in calf. And suddenly, that person is the only survivor. Shit happens. How lonely. Or soothing. Isolation.
Too late anyway for the whisperers in the movie and youth against fascism. Soon they are marching again. The hammers on boots. So, make a run for it, like hell! From whom? From ourselves.
Or from the others? The violent ones. No, we are defending us! We won’t stand for it! Not again. That other wall is torn down. For freedom. Equality. I’m laughing. Sisterhood is missed. Always.
And east has become west and the walls have simply been shifted a little further. To the right. They remained in the heads. It is the end. It was the end of a cold era.
And the beginning of what? For a short time, everything was colourful, in neon colours, and dazzling and full of techno and bad taste. In retrospect, we look back nostalgically.
I feel comfortably numb. Dazed. Dull. The pain wore off. How are you?
Additional Informations:
Duration: 25 October – 12 November 2023
Opening Hours: Saturdays 10 am – 8 pm, Sundays 10 am – 6 pm
Instagram: Kunstverein Schattendorf
Special Info: Kunstverein Schattendorf is easily accessible by train, with a short 20-minute walk from the station. The train journey takes about 60 minutes.
For exhibition openings, there's a shuttle bus service that takes visitors directly from Vienna to the Kunstverein and back.
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The Wall: Kunstverein Schattendorf presents stunning Group Show with a text by Etienne Thierry , curated by Siggi Hofer
Welcome to Kunstverein Schattendorf! We're excited to introduce you to "The Wall" – a fantastic group exhibition !
This show features amazing pieces by Iris Andraschek, Arnold Berger, Frauke Dannert, Leo Lunger, Jörg Reissner, Christiane Reiter, and Annett Stolarski.
Plus, you'll get to dive into the thoughts of Etienne Thierry, who adds depth to the art with some insightful words.
The whole thing is beautifully put together by the one and only Siggi Hofer.
To make this even cooler, the visuals are generously provided by Michael Strasser.
What is Kunstverein Schattendorf?
Kunstverein Schattendorf, located near the Hungarian border in Burgenland, is an art space known for its changing contemporary exhibitions.
Established in 2010 by Amer Abbas, it later came under the leadership of Katharina Fink and Siggi Hofer in 2017.
They organize two exhibitions each year, often curated by Siggi Hofer, occasionally with guest curators.
The program and direction of the Kunstverein are determined by its leadership team.
The Wall: Text by Etienne Thierry for Kunstverein Schattendorf
Hello. Is there anybody out there? Hello. An echo. Hello! Just nod if you can see me. Ok, those who are too late will be punished by life.
The old man always said to me. But it is like that. Listen. I am here instead of another person. I am supposed to tell you. About it. But how do you tell about something that has always been there. Simply is here. Silent.
Yet, screamingly raucous. Something that every person knows, always sees, but never notices, and still cannot miss, something to which we lean on and still don’t feel anything except coldness. Is it ignorance, idleness or fear?
Nobody wants to have anything to do with it. Until, well, until people do something like ... Hanging up.
Taking down. Painting. Papering. Plastering. Tearing down. Breaking through. With sound. Or light. Protecting themselves. Pointing out boundaries. Setting them. And then, foolishly forget to remove them.
Perhaps due to lack of money. Or deliberately.
But always in a hurry. Damn. And to tell everything of what is going on voices are needed, voices that carry weight, but also gentle ones, from people who are genuine and brave, who are a rebellious and kind, from human beings with soul.
And they don’t exist without pain. Can you show me where it hurts?
Hey you. Don’t leave me now. It was once upon a time, after all. There, that particular wall. It has been here for a long time. Close to the border. It is the frontier.
A great many of shadows. A shower room. And three shots. Or more. Into the air. Or where to? No organised force, nor a German band.
Until the roof was on fire. Exactly here, but not there, it is. This particular wall. It endured a lot. But didn’t we all.
We could pity ourselves. Take us into your arms! Yet, if it could narrate. Perish the thought! Others will raise their voice for it. Precisely, the persons mentioned above. They are like poets.
They paint us pictures in our head. With paper and tiles and directly on it and then again from another perspective, the fourth is broken like in cinema or in a torture chamber, small format, totally big, ephemeral, yet tangible, and in any case, everything is atmospheric and very often political, but typical, however, not necessarily innocuous, as evil also resides in us, unfortunately, it lies anyway in the beholding eye, you know that, but always, and I’ll repeat myself in a moment, and it doesn’t matter whether on it, in it, or in the middle of the room, there are bricks, always.
But to whom am I telling that?
Is there anybody? Out there. A brick. And another brick. And another brick in the wall. All I see are bricks. Hello. Can you hear it? The song. In a strict disco time. No! The screams.
From outside. Or in the head. For Vera. And of Marlen. Not pink, and not her who’s leaning on a wall. Like Suzanne meant. Isn’t Vega also a star? I am talking about a different one. This particular wall is erected. Made of glass.
For protection. With a stray dog, a cat and a cow in calf. And suddenly, that person is the only survivor. Shit happens. How lonely. Or soothing. Isolation.
Too late anyway for the whisperers in the movie and youth against fascism. Soon they are marching again. The hammers on boots. So, make a run for it, like hell! From whom? From ourselves.
Or from the others? The violent ones. No, we are defending us! We won’t stand for it! Not again. That other wall is torn down. For freedom. Equality. I’m laughing. Sisterhood is missed. Always.
And east has become west and the walls have simply been shifted a little further. To the right. They remained in the heads. It is the end. It was the end of a cold era.
And the beginning of what? For a short time, everything was colourful, in neon colours, and dazzling and full of techno and bad taste. In retrospect, we look back nostalgically.
I feel comfortably numb. Dazed. Dull. The pain wore off. How are you?
Additional Informations:
Duration: 25 October – 12 November 2023
Opening Hours: Saturdays 10 am – 8 pm, Sundays 10 am – 6 pm
Instagram: Kunstverein Schattendorf
Special Info: Kunstverein Schattendorf is easily accessible by train, with a short 20-minute walk from the station. The train journey takes about 60 minutes.
For exhibition openings, there's a shuttle bus service that takes visitors directly from Vienna to the Kunstverein and back.
