ArchiveMay 6, 2005

1995

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Nicht nur das Radio ist ein bisschen später dran in Australien. Auch Videoinstallationen sind noch immer der ganz heiße Scheiß. Ein paar kleine Auszüge aus einem Artikel über eine Ausstellung:

1. The exhibition title Radiography is the illegitimate offspring of the words “radio” and “geography”. The linguistic mutation is well suited for a show that taps into the significance of space in the transmission of sound.



2. Everything about the installation tweaks the viewer’s expectation of a spectacular event. But the longer you wait for an announcement, the more your anticipation decays into scepticism. It turns out that, rather than being a flashy demonstration of technical prowess, Cavanough’s sculpture is a celebration of redundancy and failure. The ramp leads nowhere and the speaker doesn’t work, providing a viewing experience that is like the art-world equivalent of being “punk’d”.



3. The artist’s second installation, You, comes charged with an unlikely sonic clash: a 1950s ballad and the crackling of truckie radio talk. A fragment of the swooning song has been slowed down and looped, providing the soundtrack for a video projection of an outback road steaming in the sun. A murder of crows gather on the tar, lunching on road kill. Facing off with this mesmerising image is a satellite dish suspended from the ceiling. It replays random soundbites intercepted by a radio scanner.