JOSCHKA KORN
directing, camera, fine arts
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Limbknittings are spontaneous drawings trying to find spontaneous new connections of limb-like forms and lines. The Drawings were rotated in the process of drawing, so new connections will be seen by rotating the final artwork.
LIMBKNITTING
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I wanted the Visitors to participate in a Ritual without knowing or being totally aware of what it actually is or means, in order to make them feel the uncertainty whilst entering magical rituals. It can have a sort of power over one, when one leaves the position of an observer. The ingredients for the mixture are all tokens of the deity „Baron Samedi“, the god of Sex and Death in the Voodoo religion, and ritual itself is a variation of an authentic ceremony.
Visitors were encouraged to drink some of the mixture (mainly consisting of rum, chilly and other spices) and offer some of their “personal belongings” (things from their pockets or even a bit of hair). The only hint to their knowledge had been the name "FREE SEXUAL HEALING!". After the last evening, the mixture was empty and the offering cup, filled with various belongings. On the last Saturday of the exhibition, the content of the offering cup were burned and the ashes poured into the nearest river, completing the ritual.
FREE SEXUAL HEALING
DISSOLVING
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3 works of german literature, “Die Weise von Liebe und Tod des Cornets Christoph Rilke”, Der Steppenwolf” und “Die Todesfuge” published upon the impending WW I, In the period between WW I and II, and the last in the aftermath of WWII. All of them highly influential in their time, and all of them share a common theme“ dissolving“ , the hunger of living into despair, bitterness into Wildness, and finally human bodies into ashes. All materials used where chosen by their significance within their poems. Part of the Poems Are written into the glasses and are slowly dissolving into the liquids.
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I baked bread and bought my moms favourite Wine. At the exact time my mother was cremated I made a Fire in which I burned personal Items and Pictures. The Heat was used to make a Candle. The Wax I used was next to my mother on her last days in the intensive care, where she died. I shared the bread with the remaining Family. The one Log with her picture on it didn’t catch fire, so after some time i poured the rest of the Wine over it. The Remains of the ritual formed this installation.