ICC





Foreword by Rudi Fuchs
Essay by Timothy Druckrey
Introduction by Rene Coelho
Interview with Rene Coelho
Admission
Works




"Time/Piece"
"Borealis"
"O.T.S"
"I/Eye"
"The Logic of Life"
"Atlas of the Interior"
"Witness"
"Face Shopping"
"Credit Art"
"Foundling"
"Les Baigneuses"
"The Skipping Mind/A Film About Forgetting"
"Re-Animations"
"Maracaibo, Ships that pass in the night"
"Heaven"
"Sacrifice"
"Retorica"
Participation Artist's

November 13 (Fri.) - December 27 (Sun.),1998 [Finished]





Works


"Heaven"
1995
Peter Bogers


Technical Details: 17-channel video, black & white; 11-channel audio


  If you imagined heaven, what kind of universe would you see? Is Heaven still the exclusive dwelling place of God and the blessed and chosen few who followed him? Is it still the same enlightened higher world? The firmament? Zenith? Whatever heaven is, it must be an extra-ordinary place, governed by a different, less suffocating and heavy, order of space and time...

Peter Bogers' Heaven on Earth can be found in a small, empty three-roomed dwelling. You are free to enter it and examine it more closely. There is no furniture, nor any, perhaps divine or predestined, occupants in this heavenly abode. However, what you do encounter, scattered around the rooms, are a great many video monitors. When you look at their black-and-white images and listen to the accompanying sounds, you realize that, rather than randomly, they are placed or hung very precisely and appropriately, in other words, there where the content of these images was once perhaps reality, and these sounds truly rang out.

Feet being wiped, a door moving in the draught, a purring cat, curtains moving in the wind, an infant drinking from its mother's breast, a hand stirring a cup of coffee, a hand caressing a body, a woman's flying hair, a double bass being played with a bow, a baby playing... Wiping, purring, squeaking, ticking, splashing, gurgling... Each of them fragments and sounds of domestic life, which fill the room with presence, but at the same time make the absence of things and life tangible.

The images last no longer than a second, and accompanied by sound, are played forward for one second and backward for one second, in endless repetition. There is the image of a clock which illustrates this 'standstill'. Even though the scenes are so familiar, they end up being disconcerting, perhaps because of their isolation, or because of this standstill which prevails. A number of images and sounds, among which the clock, have an extra alarming effect, like signs on the wall: a hand full of maggots, a throbbing temple, a fragment of the well-known TV image of falling and sliding furniture in a studio during the earthquake in Kobe...

What have you got into? You feel like an intruder who is caught up and entangled in bewildering and alienating images and sounds. Is this heaven? Or is it science fiction? In any case, it is a mysterious place, organized by an unearthly rhythm and possessed by a strange spirit. You have landed in a place where time stands still, or has collapsed into a mere second. But why, and by what? Heaven could be the moment just before a catastrophe, when things are still happening as usual, because nothing is wrong yet. Or have you perhaps stumbled upon this household just after something dramatic and fatal has happened? Like a contemporary Pompeii? Is this a beginning or an end? Your timing and calculations do not solve anything. Heaven has vanished into Heaven...


Jorinde Seijdel