Life is a burning tire
Museum Beelden aan Zee
The Hague/NL
2017
[SECOND HALLWAY]


exhibition view | Museum Beelden aan Zee, Second Hallway

detail from | column with putto, 2017 | glazed earthenware, worn-out car tires | 223 x 62 x 71 cm
‘A putto with dust mask, eaten away by harmful fumes, stands out against a queue of vehicles. There’s no love in this world.’

project to be done (sailing), 2015-2017 | solvent ink-print on PVC, aluminium, plastic, synthetic elastic rope, iron | 259 x 380 x 23,5 cm
‘The first project devised by the artist for the museum returns as an unfeasible pipe dream and also serves as a testimony to his ambitions.’

white woman with cushions on african lion on eight buckets, 2017 | glazed earthenware, multilayer pine wood, sawdust, plastic buckets, iron | 174 x 162 x 84,5 cm
‘Food pyramid based on nothing. A pile which embraces the old and new worlds in a structure that risks collapse.’

detail from | white woman with cushions on african lion on eight buckets, 2017

exhibition view | Museum Beelden aan Zee, Second Hallway

THE END, 2017 | multilayer pine wood, iron | 216,5 x 39,5 x 4,5  cm

 

What happens when we live(how real becomes post-real)
a casual encounter  between Bart Achterkamp & Nero/Alessandro Neretti

Facts:
27th September 2017. Approximately at 7.50 pm.
During a further survey of Nero in the Netherland on the train from Eindhoven to Den Haag.

Voice-over:
A train stops  on the tracks, in the middle of the country side …  on the train, a dutch voice from a speaker announces unintelligible things … after 15 minutes of waiting Nero ask information from a man near him …

Nero:
… Excuse me, I can’t understand this message, probably you can help me … what is happening?

Bart:
… Wait a minute …

Voice-over:
Bart listens to the message for 15 seconds.

Bart:
… (amazed expression) … There is a cow on the tracks … but they don’t know where it is …

Nero:
… (amazed expression, then laughter) …

Voice-over:
After 10 seconds, Bart and Nero look through the window trying to see the cow in the darkness …