CURA.

SOPHIE NYS
Not a shoe

Guimarães, Vienna


May 13 – July 14, 2018

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She was impressed by the ‘Todtnauberg’ passage and more precisely by the manner in which he described Heidegger, a Heidegger era, the Nazi polemic, the Black Forest heaviness, ...the intelligent, humorous and smart way he mocks an authority – but probably simultaneously loves it.
While reading, she got curious about this cottage, and decided to go there and lm, like she did with the lm Lénine en pensant: she was reading in a guide about Russia and there, in Ulan-Ude, there was the biggest head of Lenin, so she went there to document it.

She visited the hut three times. Three different seasons cut in chronological order, and felt lucky that none of the times someone from Heidegger’s family was around.
She liked the idea of getting closer and closer to the cottage – the subject, like a cat approaching something that took its attention. From a lower perspective, followed by a rise of the camera – the passage shifts from animal to human – and then a nal ascension to bird’s level.

When looking down one sees meaningless skiers. When looking forward the mountains are redrawn as if by a child; like in The Dark Glow Of The Mountains. This ecstatic quality is enhanced by Schubert’s cantata, the shot of a cross and the lm suddenly cutting to a black fragment of time. The lm is also a portrait of the black forest of some sorts, a rather green context that ends with a tragic song about green and greens.

This insistence on the subject – the cottage – alters it into an object that is presented as bluntly as possible. She likes the repetition and the scanning in the act of lming, as to insist on the subject.
Visual elements like the fountain, the mountains, the hut are repeated, and each repetition seems accentuated by the increasingly spiteful comments of the narrating voice gaining pace. This feels increasingly banal: the idyllic landscape, the owers, the fountain, somehow become more pathetic each time, losing their mystery as images. By the end of the lm the fountain is a ridiculous pissing device; Heidegger himself looks quite idiotic, and the snowy landscapes with the skiers lose their lyrical power in favour of a monotonous xity and conformity, totally in sync with Bernhard’s text. The music coming in at the end reinforces this feeling; albeit still in ambiguity, it balances the ne line between mockery and grandeur. It feels like Herz Aus Glas but

also Even Dwarves Started Small, and the fact that you can hear the narrator ́s saliva shaping all the words is de nitely adding to this feeling.
The only still image in the lm is taken from a book, where you can see Heidegger sitting in front of his blockhouse wearing his black cap. The next shot is a closeup view of the hut’s wall.

Integrating this image where you can see the only human being from close, turns the colour lm into black and white.
From the fountain near the hut to a bronze fountain on the streets, delivered in the form of frottage. From Heidegger’s toilet seat into a fountain that is now a pissoir. The small image from Heute with the three pissing men can add (or reduce) information. De nitely, this can be something to be sensed or seen or interpreted by the visitor.

– Yes, enough old men in my work :)
But true, I am easily inspired by elements of a space or a context... maybe too easily but I go with that ow and see what can possibly can come out of it. That is why I am still looking how to work with the “stables turned into art spaces” built by Waagner-Biro.

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CREDITS
Photos by © Gregor Titze, 2018

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