GEBÄUDE 501

 

Künstler

Cameron Irving

 

Kuratoren

Henning Strassburger

Enver Hadzijaj

 

 

27. Juli 2017

Ausstellung: Local Residents

 

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Künstler

Cameron Irving

 

Kuratoren

Henning Strassburger

Enver Hadzijaj

 

 

 

27. Juli 2017

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Künstler

Jakob Nolte & Leif Rendt

 

Kuratoren

Henning Strassburger

Enver Hadzijaj

 

 

Im Rahmen der Tegel Media Label Night - gehostet durch Beach Office - findet die erste Tegel Lecture auf Berliner Boden statt.

 

Tegel Lecture 002 präsentiert Auszüge aus den populärsten PDFs der noch jungen Website sowie unveröffentlichte Texte aus der Feder des Tegel Media-Textdepartments. Die Lesung findet bei gutem Wetter auf der Wiese statt.

 

Alle Departments des Jahrgangs 2017 werden anwesend sein: Web, Video, Text und Graphik.

 

14. Juli 2017

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Künstler

Anders Dickson

 

Kuratoren

Henning Strassburger

Enver Hadzijaj

 

 

Roughly 1000 km south east of New Zealands' coast, lost in sweeping forays of dark south pacific waters, irregular weather activity has caught the attention of meteorologists and those tending to the Gaian Seismograph. Since the beginning of 2017, there have been 11 severe weather patterns recorded all within a 15 km radius of desolate ocean. Heightened electrical activity coupled with the relatively high pressure system streaming down from the north has resulted in what some consider to be not merely a coincidental oddity. Religious zealots and catastrophe-preachers have been contributing substantially to the attention which this phenomenon has received. They campaign and discuss global catastrophe on a grander scale. Though the sources of their mania differ; whether it be the wrath of God, or extra-terrestrial intervention, both parties continue to evoke paranoia in those around them.

 

"What difference does it make if there is some lightning storm in the middle of the ocean down by Antartica?" ask some. Charged Atmospheric clouds shitting down ionized streams of light with cosmic force break the swells of marauding water. Were it not for the state-of-the-art satellite technology, this phenomenon may have passed by unnoticed except for the rare nautical adventurer astray. In 2005, a little known company in the town of West, Texas was hired by the US government to design and manufacture a line of new satellites with a more developed operating system. It was promised that by acknowledging and implementing new technologies in the field of fiber optics, the information relay between the satellites in orbit would be accelerated tenfold. These were first launched in the summer of 2012. Much to the approval of the investors, the seven years of development proved to be worth the wait. The systems have functioned without failure. These expensive extensions of human sight and hearing hover silently above us, caught in perfect balance between the sucking mouth of black space and the nurturing womb of our planet.

 

When the initial readings of strange weather were received, it was brushed aside together with many other bunk results. Though as the storm proceeded to rage weeks at a time, it was no longer possible to ignore. How convenient it is that this arbitrary location on earth serves no purpose in our constant communication and transportation. Most general trade routes, at closest, pass still 2000 km north of here. Were this storm to occur elsewhere, perhaps it could affect the barges, and if this were to happen the consequences may be felt already after one day.

 

The magnetic sphere surrounding the globe flips 180 degrees abruptly each 30.000 years. We find proof of this in samples of dredged ocean floor. The orientation of iron particles act as compass fingers which point towards the true north of their time. Imagine this invisible forcefield of electrons circulating the globe; penetrating its poles on one end and spewing out the other as it makes a few-thousand-some-km-long jump into space before feeling the inevitable tug back in on earth. Change is the accomplice of the weather; its predictability is hardly discernible; in this case, what would it mean should the oscillation of weather systems become more prevalent? Even more disconcerting, how will it affect us when the magnetic pole rotates again?

 

Tempelhofer Feld served as the training base of the knights templar over a thousand years ago. Throughout the 20th century, Tempelhof served the city of Berlin as the main airport, and as a major entrance into European travel. Since it was closed in 2008 the location has been deemed a public space. In late 2016, plans were discussed about opening an on-site research facility into particle ionization. In countless tales, reports of St. Elmo's fire occur, mostly to the effect of serving as an omen to wayward travelers. Since its opening, 11 recordings of St. Elmo's Fire have been made striking down upon Tempelhofer Feld. However, this sudden appearance of St. Elmo's Fire (traditionally a good omen) now seems to be intertwined in a synchronous string of dismal occurences; exactly opposite its location on earth, rage dark magnetic lightning fields on open the open waters serving as the passage towards the south pole. The obnoxious cries of the aforementioned doomsday enthusiasts reverberate now through the crisp German air of Berlin, rivaling in volume only the magnificent clap of thunder accompanying St Elmo's Fire. Their gazes divert away from the deep oceanic desert and now look to the pulsing heart of Europe.

 

6. Juli 2017

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Künstler

Scott King

 

Kuratoren

Henning Strassburger

Enver Hadzijaj

 

 

BEACH OFFICE is happy to invite you to SOLO DISCO, a show by London based artist Scott King. Come early, dance one by one and drink cheap beer. Feel lonely in the discotheque.

 

Scott King was born in 1969 in Goole. Past experiences include Art Director of i-D and Creative Director of Sleazenation magazines, for which he was awarded 'Best Cover' and 'Best Designed Feature of the Year' prizes. King occasionally produces work under the banner 'CRASH!' with writer and historian Matt Worley.

 

King’s work has been exhibited widely in London, New York and European galleries including the ICA, KW Berlin, Portikus, White Columns, Kunstverein Munich and the Museum of Modern Art, New York.

15. Juni 2017

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Künstler

Patxi Bergé

 

 

geboren in 1988 Bayonne

lebt und arbeitet in Berlin

 

 

 

4. Oktober bis 16. Oktober 2014

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1. Mai bis 15. Mai 2014

 

 

 

 

Künstler

Patxi Bergé

 

 

geboren in 1988 Bayonne

lebt und arbeitet in Berlin

 

Wenn mir gesagt wird, den Himmel zu betrachten, bin ich stets unsicher, was genau ich ansehen soll, daher antworte ich für gewöhnlich zunächst  « was ».

Soll ich das blau betrachten, die fliegenden Vögel, den Kondensstreifen der Flugzeuge, die Wölbung der Erde oder gar den Finger desjenigen, der mir sagt in den Himmel zu schauen.

 

Lorsque l’on me dit de regarder le ciel, je reste toujours incertain de savoir ce que l’on me dit d’y regarder vraiment, ce à quoi j’ai l’habitude de répondre en premier «  quoi  ». S’il faut y regarder le bleu, les oiseaux qui volent, la trace que laissent les avions, le rond de la terre, ou bien s’il fallait, en fait, que je regarde le doigt de celui me disant de regarder le ciel.