the wondering

Posted on Tuesday May 31st, 2016 by Ines Seidel

Das Wundern kommt dir entgegen. text on concrete, Ines Seidel.

Das Wundern kommt dir entgegen. (Wondering is coming towards you.) text on concrete. wire, polymer clay. 15 cm diameter.

the text translates

the wondering
is already coming to
wards you. Have you come
to wonder? towards won-
dering. oh. uh. oh. going towards
all wonders at this
time of day. here, wondering comes t-
owards you. oh! uh! oh!
you! Are you moving towards
wondering? oh! you! here!
the wondering is al-
ways coming towards you here
right now. Are you coming
towards wondering?
oh! you! here is the spa-
ce where you both meet:
you + wondering.

Procreate Project

Posted on Sunday December 13th, 2015 by Ines Seidel

On the 15th of December the Procreate Project will launch in London. The initiative has been founded to support and network with international mother artists. More than 100 artists contribute to the launching exhibition at the Women’s Art Library at the University of London. Until 18th of December the works are shown in specially made photozines. I am represented with the photo series “Our Baby”.

Our Baby. self with news. photography.

The five piece installation “One” will also be shown during the launch event. It is currently on the way to London.

ONE. pigment transfer, wire, ink on concrete.

I am the chicken and the egg,
I am the shell and the crack.
I am the nest. I leave the nest.
I am in pieces that do not rhyme.
I am in pieces that rhyme with
one.

words are not light enough.

Posted on Saturday November 28th, 2015 by Ines Seidel

words are not light enough. Ikea lightbox, writing..

THIS PIECE IS TO MAKE YOU SEE THAT WORDS
ARE NOT LIGHT ENOUGH. SPACE IS TRANSPARE
NT. WORDS ARE NOT. IGNORE MY WRITING, SEE
THE SPACE BETWEEN. SEE? (AND MAYBE ADMIT
BLOCKING LIGHT HAS BEAUTY, TOO.) WOR
DS ARE BLOCKING THE LIGHT. WORDS DO
NOT SHINE ON THEIR OWN. WORDS ARE NOT
NEVER CLEAR ENOUGH. WORDS ARE NOT →
BRIGHT ENOUGH. IGNORE THESE LINES AND
LET THE SPACE SPEAK TO YOU DIRECTLY.

THERE IS NO OTHER CONTENT. ENJOY THE
FREE SPACE. WORDS ARE NOT SPACIOUS
ENOUGH. SEE? WORDS GET IN THE WAY. YOU
HAD TO SEE THIS…. YOU HAVE
TO SEE THIS FOR YOURSELF. (WORDS ARE O.K.)
WORDS ARE NOT LIGHT ENOUGH.

words are not light enough. Ikea lightbox, writing.

WORDS ARE NOT TRANSPARENT ENOUGH.
THEY BLOCK THE LIGHT (TO AN EXTENT). THESE WOR
DS ARE NOT BRIGHT ENOUGH TO SHINE ON THEIR OWN.
BUT THEY HAVE THE POWER TO SHAPE THE SPACE (TO AN
EXTENT). YET, THE SPACE REMAINS FREE FROM CONTENT.
IGNORE THE WORDS AND READ THE ← → do you see?
SPACE INSTEAD. WORDS ARE NOT SPACIOUS ENOUGH.
CAN YOU SEE THE FREEDOM IN THE SPACE AROUND THE
LETTERS? AND THE LIGHT? THIS IS THE COMPLETE CONTENT.
WORDS ARE NOT CLEAR. words are not transparent enough.
LETTERS ARE TOO LIMITED AND TOO DENSE TO TRAN
SMIT LIGHT.
read beyond
or don’t
read at all.
All there is
to realize is
in the space
between the
words. AT THE
EDGE OF THE
WORDS, WHERE
THE PAINT ENDS.
THIS IS WHERE
THE LIGHT
STARTS.
READ AND
SHINE IF YOU
WANT.

words are not light enough. Ikea lightbox, writing.

words are not light enough. too heavy.
BUT SOMETIMES THEY CAST BEAUTI
FUL SHADOWS. WORDS ARE NOT TRA
NSPARENT ENOUGH. IT IS THE SPA
CE BETWEEN THE LETTERS THAT
TRANSMITS THE LIGHT. DO YOU SEE
THIS IS THE COMPLETE CONTENT:
FOLLOW THE WORDS ONLY AS FAR AS
THE BLACK PAINT GOES. THEN ENTER
THE SPACE BETWEEN THE WORDS.
THE FREE, TRANSPARENT SPACE
THAT DOES NOT BLOCK THE LIGHT. THIS
IS WHERE WE MEET. AT THE EDGE OF THE BLACK PAINT. WHERE THE LIGHT PASSES.

words are not light enough. Ikea lightbox, writing.

home

Posted on Tuesday November 3rd, 2015 by Ines Seidel

home. space that has been separated out with nothing but gestures and words. a fragile structure, inhabited with the projection “it is safe here”.

shapes of stories

Posted on Friday March 27th, 2015 by Ines Seidel

revival story. Ines Seidel.

content of a story.

looking through a story. Ines Seidel.

stories, told in a circle.

stories with air and ice.

knowledge, sedimented

Posted on Wednesday March 11th, 2015 by Ines Seidel

between lines. altered textbooks.

knowing for real,
beneath the skin
and deeper.

knowledge, sedimented. work in progress..

regression. altered statistics textbook.

knowledge, sedimented. photograph with altered math text book.

story, written on ice

Posted on Thursday October 23rd, 2014 by Ines Seidel

My story and yours
still separate, frozen
are starting to melt:
Letters flow away,
sentences gather in puddles…

Our story, one slow current,
trickles into new patterns,
seeps into the ground or evaporates
save for a bit of dust,
and falls down as rain, somewhere.

For the series of photographs “story, written on ice” I wrote on a bloc of ice with Indian ink. I chose two different fragments of German text, one from a family saga by John von Düffel, whose writing usually has to do with water. The other line is from a poem which is better known as the song “The miller’s joy is wandering”. Here are the translations:

Impossible to say, how often I thought of these rivers, how often I dreamt of them, how many nights I was drawn to them, when I was passing through sleeping towns, dry, riverless towns, on the search for water, on the search for the movement of water,(…). My translation from: John von Düffel “Vom Wasser” (On water).

The water teaches us to move, the water. From: Wilhelm Müller “Wandering”

The impact

Posted on Thursday October 9th, 2014 by Ines Seidel

How to explan the impact. Concrete,wire, polymer clay and other material. ca. 20 cm in diameter, 28 cm tall.

(Actually this is only about the first few seconds of the impact. Of a book, a story, a word, a gesture.)

hold us

Posted on Wednesday September 24th, 2014 by Ines Seidel

May the story hold me, may it be LARGE and bear all of me, may it last long enough to define my FEATURES.
May the story hold YOU, may it be LARGE and bear you, may it last long ENOUGH TO DEFINE your features.
MAY THE STORY hold you and me, may it be large AND BEAR US. May it last long enough to carve out our FEATURES. May it give US NAMES. MAY it be loose enough so we CAN SEE THROUGH IT. MAY IT BE DENSE ENOUGH TO HOLD US FOR A WHILE TOGETHER. MAY THE STORY HOLD YOU AND ME. May it hold us. May it hold you and me. May the story hold all of us.

May the story hold me, may it be large and bear ALL of me. May it last LONG ENOUGH TO DEFINE my features.
May the story hold you. May it be LARGE and bear all of you. May it last long enough to define your FEATURES.
May THE STORY HOLD YOU AND ME. May the story be large + bear all of US. May it last long ENOUGH to define our FEATURES. May it give us NAMES. May it be loose ENOUGH so we CAN SEE through it. May it be dense enough to hold US for a while together. May it HOLD US. May it hold YOU + ME. May it give US NAMES. MAY it carve out our features. MAY THE STORY HOLD ALL OF ME AND ALL OF YOU. May THE STORY HOLD ALL OF US. MAY IT HOLD US TOGETHER. May it last long enough to CARVE OUT OUR FEATURES.
may it be a good story.

text inside and outside of the bowl.

bowl from wire and teabags, text written with ink; covered with wax.
head shapes from concrete made with sand, paper and cement; paint.
The sculpture is 18 cm in diameter and 9 cm high.

verses, unsung

Posted on Monday September 22nd, 2014 by Ines Seidel

unsung verses

of the promised touch

a scent not yet recognized and

the words I am still searching for.

verses, unsung. ca. 28 x 13 x 3 cm in a row.
concrete with paint and a transferred photograph of my hand
found dry blossoms in candle wax,
teabags with handwriting, wax and yarn.
Additional pictures at flickr here and here.