Hole Artcenter/Galleri Klevjer

Vi har jobbet lenge fram mot denne utstillingen, og håper på stort oppmøte. Sett av 10. JUNI  venner, familie, kjente og ukjente. Mer informasjon etter hvert.

Utstilling i Norge

Da blir det utstilling på Hole Artcenter/Galleri Klevjer med åpning 10.juni. Disse tre ble laget i mitt atelier i Drammen i april i år. Tre av i alt rundt 30 arbeider som skal med på min og Malcolm Ashmans første felles utstilling i Norge.

Jeg kjøpte en dukke i Bath

Utstillingen i Bath er slutt

For en fantastisk åpning. Besøk fra Norge og fullt hus. Det var mye som skjedde samtidig, og vi var temmelig utblåst når alt var over.
Nå er det nye prosjekter som venter oss. Sammen og hver for oss.
Vi er spent på hvordan det skal gå når vi åpner utstilling i Hole Artcenter sommeren 2017.

Walking the hills, always on my mind

    Collectors cabinet Malcolm Ashman/Inger Karthum

Ett blikk inn i dette lille skapet, og jeg kastes fram og tilbake i tid. Der finner jeg min fars lille sigarett-eske fra før jeg ble født. Jeg husker den godt. Glimt da den ble trukket fram, sigarettrøyken, lukten blandet med synsinntrykk fra lokstallene i Narvik by.
En museumskopi kjøpt i Athen på -70 tallet. Bevares, for en tur det var.
Og her er London i nyere tid, besøk i Bath, arbeid i Malcolms atelier, måltider og container raiding, utstillinger og bortgjemte loppemarkeder.
Og en liten papirbit som M sparte på i mange år: 'your wish will be granted after a long delay'

Og hele denne verden er jeg en heldig og lykkelig deltager i dag.

Om en uke reiser jeg igjen til Bath til mine venner, til vår første felles utstilling i Bath Contemporary.

                    Inni her er det hemmeligheter som jeg tror kunne interessere flere



WALKING THE HILLS by Barry Lee Thompson

Night coats the world in stillness. We walk until a solitary place is found where thoughts can be given weight. We consider in silence. Our ideas reach out. A gentle spinning begins, and, despite an accelerating complexity, sleep comes quickly.
A dream, of two cities connected by a tunnel, but not a physical tunnel, rather an opening in each place, penetrating into accumulated layers of time, cutting deep through shared spaces, exposing experiences. The cities and the connective space is layers. Layered so each element is pressed or held within. Listen: from beyond come faint echoes, the churning industry of life and water and land and its scapes, creating new layers. And here, where we are, is not enclosed but open to everything, yet it feels like a chamber because of the quiet and because of something else. Moving through this space called a tunnel we become captivated by its vastness. We glimpse the past, the future. But despite the scale, it’s carefree, this journey, this moving through place and space and time. Memory can be like this, sometimes, when an outcome is known, definite, resolved, or when it’s simply felt or intuited. We move through, and we collect as we go along, because it’s only natural to want a souvenir. The collector takes, but nothing is owned, all is borrowed. Sentiment is the only thing retained every time, the only thing really worthy of salvage, for it’s a word for feeling.
Waking now. There has been a dream, that’s certain. But the clock ticks and there’s a falling away to the point of disappearance, so that the remembering itself becomes dreamlike. There are remnants, clues: sensory echoes, a feeling of openness, of places joined, of a shared history and future, but that’s all that’s remaining. We stay still, attempt to capture the detail. Softly, quietly, we creep towards it. There it is. Make a grab. But no, it recedes further, further. It’s brought out of reach. It’s like a butterfly, elusive like a butterfly. This is all butterflies, everything is butterflies, fluttering their precious and flimsy and beautiful wings, beating to a rhythm that’s known only to them. But because something can’t be held doesn’t make it any less. We know from past experience that a dream not captured may never return. The most we can wish for is that the same might be dreamed again, or that the dream will, at some time and in some way, be expressed in wakeful actions.

https://barryleethompson.com/

Vi er meget beæret over at en så dyktig og prisbelønt forfatter ville skrive om vår utstilling.
Thank you very much Barry

"Walking the hills" to uker til åpningen i Bath Contemporary

                     Walking tour Berlin Malcolm Ashman/Inger Karthum

                      Memorial 50x50cm

Inger Karthum NBK NG BBK

Inger Karthum is a Norwegian digital printmaker. Her 40 years of artistic practice are rooted in traditional copper etching, however the past 14 have seen a shift into digital and mixed media as Karthum has sought to push the boundaries of contemporary print. She creates multi-layered architectural imagery of deceiving complexity, which resonate a subtle dreamlike obscurity. Karthum’s environments often limit one’s perspective, encouraging the eye down a particular path and alluding to there being further space beyond the images peripheries - each piece feels like a fragment of a memory, suggesting a larger matrix of an elusive past experience. In Yellow Line II, for example, our line of vision is drawn down towards a polished granite floor, like that of a corporate building. There is a sense of emptiness and abandonment within this space, heightened by the presence of curled autumnal leaves. A yellow and black handled hammer placed in the foreground creates an air of uncertainty and ambiguity; its positioning seems considered and staged, prompting further questions about is placement and its significance. The structural complexity of Yellow Line II then begins to reveal itself, as layer upon layer of texture and photographic imagery emerges, even a torn ghost-like page from The Big Issue is worked into this sophisticated digital collage. 
Karthum uses a lot of grey and silvery blues creating a metallic coldness of urban modernity. The architectural focus of her work builds a strong sense of place and familiarity, the utilitarian and geometric form of her images referencing both the physical world and the inner psyche.
The theme of fragmented imagery and memory is demonstrated further in Karthum’s paper collage work, composed of torn paper containing script and printed type, as well as black and white photographic imagery.
Karthum is a member of Norwegian Visual Artists (NBK), Norwegian Printmakers (NG) and Buskerud Visual Artists (BBK). She has had numerous solo exhibitions in Norway, and has exhibited throughout Norway and the UK. Her work is held in many public and private collections, and will be exhibiting at Bath Contemporary as part of Walking the Hills, a collaborative project with Malcolm Ashman RWA RBA ROI.

malcolmashman.com
ingerkarthum.net

Bath Contemporary september 2016

   London 2 60x60cm