
i recently went to a small exhibition of installations and photographs by artist
thorsten brinkman at
kunstagenten here in berlin. what intrigued me about what little i'd seen of brinkman's work, was how it seemed to be time after time, an earnest attempt to reconcile the/his body with the built surroundings. many of his photographs of
installations are actually just incredibly elaborate and proportionally striking
re-arrangements. like re-arranging the furniture in your living room and suddenly seeing the space differently, brinkman's work reveals and points to how much can be expressed through juxtapositioning. not all of his work involves his body, but the pieces that do often show him partly concealed, trying, it seems, to blend or merge with domestic interiors, through building furniture around himself. work that doesn't involve his body as a scaffold takes found objects, a couch for example, and asks it to become a wall. this particular photograph of brinkman in berlin reminded me of the japanese novel
the box man, by kobo abe, a story in which,
a man decides to give up the self that he has been all his life to attain a state of blissful anonymity. he leaves his world behind and moves onto the streets of tokyo. he puts a large box over his head, cuts a hole for his eyes.in both cases, what i'm interested in is how, in the merging of body with object, the person has to ask the object to do more that what it usually does - perform in new ways, take on a new character. both cases point to how objects, perceived as inert and taken for granted, can offer us more.