Antoine Dochniak: Window Bodies | Limbó
Welcome to the opening of Antoine Dochniak's pop-up exhibition, Window Bodies, in Limbó, the Living Art Museum’s experiment space this Friday, October 27 at 17:00. For the past two months, Antoine has been in a residency here in Reykjavík organized by The Living Art Museum, Artistes en Résidence, the French Embassy in Reykjavík and Alliance Francaise in Reykjavík. Window Bodies can be seen and experienced this weekend, or through October 31st.
Antoine Dochniak arrived in Iceland with the idea of exploring the land like Pasolini's fireflies. To explore the land like these bodies of light. After he traveled Iceland for several days with 3 photographers, a question came to him. The photographer captures the landscape in his camera, but how can the sculptor, whose practice depends on a static state, bring back the landscape of the journey and build in movement? Gleaning, remembering and photographing the gestures of itinerant sculptures emerged as solutions to the nomadism he has now been experimenting with for almost a year.
In the first week, he found the stray headlight of a crashed motorcycle in the black sand.
After giving it back his light, he used it as a guide in his research on the question of accident. Antoine also met angelic flowers and their sub-species, giant hogweed, the phototoxic flowers. With their heads cut off, they serve as tools and support for the words he develops in these poems.
His third encounter was with the heart of an obsidian giant. This artifact was on display for two months in his studio, and was regularly photographed by him and other photographic artists he met.
A lighthouse lost in the black sand.
An accident that prevents catastrophe.
How can a lighthouse get lost?
Of the giant photoxic flowers, only the body remains.
Severed heads, diverted bodies, gun, flagpole, power cable.
Blood, light and alteration.
Under the sun, sap pierces the skin.
Memory and capture, gleaning and mutation.
Constrained bodies, submission and mirror board.
They are nothing but parched and petrified bodies,
obsidian heart of a giant, displayed like a trophy,
empty shells and emitting algae.
Lost bodies, abandoned by the light.
Pendulums wandering the freeway lanes.
A bell in the ear, no longer ringing.
The hypnotist's or the cow's?
The lighthouse.
Photo: Nina Allmoslechner
Welcome to the opening of Antoine Dochniak's pop-up exhibition, Window Bodies, in Limbó, the Living Art Museum’s experiment space this Friday, October 27 at 17:00. For the past two months, Antoine has been in a residency here in Reykjavík organized by The Living Art Museum, Artistes en Résidence, the French Embassy in Reykjavík and Alliance Francaise in Reykjavík. Window Bodies can be seen and experienced this weekend, or through October 31st.
Antoine Dochniak arrived in Iceland with the idea of exploring the land like Pasolini's fireflies. To explore the land like these bodies of light. After he traveled Iceland for several days with 3 photographers, a question came to him. The photographer captures the landscape in his camera, but how can the sculptor, whose practice depends on a static state, bring back the landscape of the journey and build in movement? Gleaning, remembering and photographing the gestures of itinerant sculptures emerged as solutions to the nomadism he has now been experimenting with for almost a year.
In the first week, he found the stray headlight of a crashed motorcycle in the black sand.
After giving it back his light, he used it as a guide in his research on the question of accident. Antoine also met angelic flowers and their sub-species, giant hogweed, the phototoxic flowers. With their heads cut off, they serve as tools and support for the words he develops in these poems.
His third encounter was with the heart of an obsidian giant. This artifact was on display for two months in his studio, and was regularly photographed by him and other photographic artists he met.
A lighthouse lost in the black sand.
An accident that prevents catastrophe.
How can a lighthouse get lost?
Of the giant photoxic flowers, only the body remains.
Severed heads, diverted bodies, gun, flagpole, power cable.
Blood, light and alteration.
Under the sun, sap pierces the skin.
Memory and capture, gleaning and mutation.
Constrained bodies, submission and mirror board.
They are nothing but parched and petrified bodies,
obsidian heart of a giant, displayed like a trophy,
empty shells and emitting algae.
Lost bodies, abandoned by the light.
Pendulums wandering the freeway lanes.
A bell in the ear, no longer ringing.
The hypnotist's or the cow's?
The lighthouse.
Photo: Nina Allmoslechner
