The Vision”Sofa Pictures” is a place-specific work, which through a twisting of the concept “the sofa picture today” says more about us and our lives in the 90s.
– a work; the precision of many meanings
The motifs for the exhibition “Sofa Pictures” are taken from the “dream pictures” (the luxury pictures) of our lives: hotel rooms, by the swimming-pool, at a restaurant from travel brochures and the like.
– But by magnifying the details from these “public” pictures we find that the motif reveals other details than the first colourful, inviting and at the same time anonymous pictures. A strange oppressive emptiness appears in the picture – an alluring privateness appears in the pictures, for example in the body language of the picture “Woman With her Back Turned” (enclosed), and when one comes closer to examine the picture, it dissolves into spots of colour….
It as if the picture contains something of that…which means the very most…. but nevertheless remains silent for the observer.
The sofa picture is a “surplus” we hang on the wall to please the eye – seen from the sofa / together with the picture.
The sofa is the sphere of the private: “security”, “rest”, and “coziness”. A sofa voter does not vote, but takes things as they come. Sofa and home are closely associated – feeling at home is about a sense of belonging in the world.
The place: The place is Gallery . The physical and psychic space of the gallery form part of the work. The installation has primarily something to say about the sphere of the gallery. The gallery, which traditionally sells art in smallish format (sofa pictures), art as objects for collection – by private persons.
The collector: To collect art is actually to collect the feelings/experiences of other people? = A sofa picture is a piece of materialised life!
A text wall centered in the space circles in fragments (quotations) around the points of everyday life and the pain and the passion in life.
As if what she was
silent about was not
what mattered most
As if she was only a wretched sieve
daily life ran through (Pia Juhl)