Pach just bought me some new motorcycle boots as we are now daily commuting to Central London by motobike. Going by bike in the highway is quite scary and I do catch myself from time to time shutting my eyes whenever we squeeze in-between two trucks. But its a cheap way to travel compared to taking the tube everyday. So for now, I gotta wear the boots.
They are not just bulky, they are also heavy. And if stillettos can change a woman´s walk, I can attest to the fact that, these motorcycle boots have transformed my already detestable walk to something more grotesque. Pach calls my walk something akin to that of the grandma Fratteli in the movie The Goonies.
And if you do remember her, I can say I am also beginning to develop some scowl in my face as I drag these heavy, bulky, new boots to **
White Cube Mason´s Yard to see Mona Hatoum´s exhibit Bunker.
*Suspended by Mona Hatoum. Photo byMichaela Freeman*
In the ground floor gallery is the installation Suspended where 35 red and black wooden swings are chained from the ceiling all placed in an oblique angle. Maps were carved into the seats, each of them being unique. I hardly noticed which cities these maps represent but the whole structure of the installation, even the constricting spaces between the swings also represent a sensation of movement and the act of passing through. Somehow, it was the same sensation I find whenever I go on a motorcycle and swerve for an open space in between cars.
I went around each swing barely checking the map on the seats and avoided being bumped by the swings in constant motion. That was the experience. Everytime I see artists tackle issues of landscape (connected with identity), I remember a favorite American artist named Maya Lin and her Systematic Landscapes.
Mona Hatoum was born into a Palestinian family in Beirut, Lebanon and it comes as no surpise that the installation Bunker in lower ground floor suggests the aftermath of a war. Again it looked like an architecture of a city burnt to the ground by war with structures made of steel tubes. Each gaping hole just doubled the eerie sensation. It was a ghost town and it was Hatoum´s Beirut.
Bunker by Mona Hatoum
In the smaller basement, there are three laid out maps of Beirut, Baghdad and Kabul all carefully embellished by cut-out ections in concentric circles which. Though beautiful, they all suggest that these were the same locations affected by bomb blasts.
3d-Cities by Mona Hatoum. This photo was taken at another gallery Kunsthall 44 in Germany. Photo byBirgitte Svaerke Pederson
Mona Hatoum on her Suspended installation
Mona Hatoum wins the 2011 Joan Mir0 Prize. Read the news here