Duration 08.05.2009 – 13.06.2009
Participating artists Luke Butler, Annelise Coste, Ceal Floyer, Douglas Gordon, Amy Granat, Matthew Higgs, Gabriel Kuri, Jürg Lehni, Louise Lawler, Ján Mančuška, Kris Martin, Olivier Mosset, Marlo Pascual, Mai-Thu Perret, Alex Rich, Valentin Ruhry, Gedi Sibony, William Stone, Lawrence Weiner, Andro Wekua
Curated by Gianni Jetzer
Once there was a little boy
and everything turned out alright.
Narration has long since been the common denominator of art and writing. But artists do not always make a point of telling the whole story. Art aims at the untellable, the untold; it dwells in the absence of action, exposing such quintessence as is lost in the transit from first word to last. Beginnings, Middles, And Ends brings together works for which the narrative fragment is the primary unit of measure. The exhibition presents image sequences, abstract forms, film sequences, single words or – as an exception – sentences in their entirety; story is reduced to its simplest component parts, without, however, referring to an overarching whole. Under the sign of the fragment, the work of art comes to resemble certain classical sculptures of the human torso, which, lacking organs of mobility and sight, confront us with the paradox of a unity or wholeness premised upon partiality and absence.
Louise Lawler's work "Once there was a little boy" plays on the promise of totality implied by traditional narration. A two-sentence story with definite start- and endpoints, “Once there was a little boy” summarizes a life in the most lapidary way possible. Lacking a definite middle, Lawler’s fictional frame rejects the specificity of traditional storytelling; the boy in question disappears as soon as he is introduced. Indeed, the ending seems quite solemn, following from no definite storyline, no dramatic chain of events. In the exhibition, Lawler’s use of monochrome wall paint and her ostentatious application of letters accentuate the story’s perplexing brevity.
The terrain charted in Beginnings, Middles, And Ends is not to be reached by straightforward means. Here, narrative finds itself fragmented, and fragments abut each other in turn, objects, sentences, and ideas in unruly order – a syntax of discontinuity and false starts. The exhibition extends over four gallery rooms and is based entirely on such fragments. Intentionally, there is no defined sequence. The untold is, in this sense, a quantity as well as a quality: for every path towards narrative, there is also a path in the reverse direction, along which lies the image of what goes unsaid.