'Blood Meridian' kuratiert von / curated by David Hunt (Berlin)

'Blood Meridian' kuratiert von / curated by David Hunt (Berlin)

Berlin, Germany Friday, April 27, 2007–Saturday, May 26, 2007

'Blood Meridian' kuratiert von David Hunt (Berlin)
27. April - 26. Mai 2007

Michael Janssen mit neuer Galerie in Berlin.

Nach 12 Jahren in Köln gibt es die Galerie Michael Janssen jetzt auch in Berlin in der Kochstraße 60. Zur Eröffnung am 27. April 2007 zeigt die Gruppenschau Blood Meridian sowohl etablierte Künstler der Galerie als auch junge internationale Kunst aus New York und Los Angeles, die erstmals in Deutschland zu sehen sein wird.
In der Kochstraße 60 befindet sich die Galerie Michael Janssen in prominenter Nachbarschaft – unter ihnen zum Beispiel Rafael Jablonka, Klara Wallner, Galerie Crone, und Julius Werner.
Am Standort in Köln setzt Janssen sein Programm im April mit dem New Yorker Künstlerpaar ChanSchatz fort. Die erstmals in Europa gezeigten Arbeiten von Heather Schatz und Eric Chan werden parallel zur KÖLNSHOW 2 in der Norbertstraße 14 - 16 präsentiert.

GALERIE MICHAEL JANSSEN
Kochstraße 60
10969 Berlin

Tel: +49 (0)30 25 800 850
Fax: +49 (0)30 25 291 592
Öffnungszeiten: Die – Fre 10-18 Uhr; Sam 11-18 Uhr
Michael Janssen, Nina Borgmann
[email protected]
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'Blood Meridian' curated by David Hunt (Berlin)
April 27 - May 26, 2007

'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 the 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.

For further information, please do not hesitate to contact the gallery:

GALERIE MICHAEL JANSSEN
Kochstraße 60
10969 Berlin

Tel: +49 (0)30 25 800 850
Fax: +49 (0)30 25 291 592
Opening Hours: Tue – Fri 10-6 pm; Sat 11-6 pm
Michael Janssen, Nina Borgmann
[email protected]