19.10.–16.11.2024
Séverine Heizmann
Exhibition View
5 (compostage; Venus detail; starry starry night; Pompéi; enigma), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
4 (untitled; compostage; l’origine du monde; harmonie), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
3 (splash; 1+2=3 (Hilma Af Klint); compostage), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
2 (yellow nymphéas; compostage), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
1 (0), 14 x 14cm, glazed tile, 2024
2 (untitled; untitled), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
3 (compostage; moonless night; night in the woods), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
4 (twilight of thought; trick or treat; l’arbre de vie; compostage), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Hearing the touch of it at its end 2, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Hearing the touch of it at its end 4, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Hearing the touch of it at its end 3, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Hearing the touch of it at its end 1, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Hearing the touch of it at its end 5, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Roots drink deep from carrion’s gift invites viewers into a sequence where creation is born from forces of attraction and repulsion, in both form and material.
The exhibition is constructed around a single tile called 1 (0), a point of origin. It represents a singular entity from which all other works emerge, while simultaneously existing within it. From this singularity, the works expand into pairs, triptychs, quadruples and quintets, each tile building upon the last like chapters in a story of creation, memory, and dissolution.
Famous references like yellow nymphéas or 1+2=3 (Hilma Af Klint) are not treated as larger-than-life icons, but instead inscribe themselves seamlessly into the sequence. These charged images, which often carry immense cultural weight, are here grounded and integrated on the same level as other thoughts and ideas, participating equally in the process of creation, transformation, and decay.
The recurring title compostage serves as a metaphor for this very process—nothing is sacralized or immune to change. Every image, no matter how well-known, is part of the cycle of disintegration and regeneration. As the series unfolds rhythmically, works like enigma and Pompéi emphasize this flow, blurring the lines between the grand and the everyday, the historical and the personal constellations.
Five drawings titled Hearing the touch of it at its end introduce the metaphor of a spiderweb—a delicate, ethereal grasp of ideas that hover at the edge of our consciousness. These drawings speak to the dreamlike process of creation, where we barely perceive ideas before they dissolve, and yet their presence lingers, guiding us as we build meaning by juxtaposing images. The drawings seem to float, their delicacy enhancing the contrast with the tiles’ grounded weight.
In this space, creation unfolds as a dialogue between forces, where the visible and invisible come together, leaving the viewer to navigate the delicate balance between what is transient and what endures.
Text: Séverine Heizmann
When I was little, I flew over the ocean on a thread.
This is my garden. My system.
I feel what vibrates through my net. I watch how things come and go. They revolve around me, as my spiral revolves around its center. Things come well when they pass well. That‘s how they come back. And they come to me of their own accord.
I create nodes for the things I like. What I don‘t need is sorted out and falls to the ground. Maybe it will help next year. Everything has its place in my net. It‘s good that my net has order. The symmetry helps me to organize my thoughts. I put everything together so that it fits. But what makes my net really beautiful is that it pulsates in the wind and glows in all colors in the morning dew. That‘s how it constantly renews itself. Like the things that revolve around me.
What I find, a packet of information – something useful that will fill you up – will be woven in and preserved. Here is a nice little pheromone. It will bring you to me. Just follow this thread. Do you feel its structure? I have imprinted my favorite poem on it. It will have changed when you get to me. Look at everything I have collected! It will fill you up too.
Text: Hannes Zulauf
Mit freundlicher Unterstützung von/Kindly supported by:
Pro Helvetia | Kultur Stadt Bern | Swisslos Lotteriefonds Kanton Bern | Burgergemeinde Bern | Ernst Göhner Stiftung | Temperatio | GVB Kulturstiftung
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19.10.–16.11.2024
Séverine Heizmann
Exhibition View
5 (compostage; Venus detail; starry starry night; Pompéi; enigma), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
4 (untitled; compostage; l’origine du monde; harmonie), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
3 (splash; 1+2=3 (Hilma Af Klint); compostage), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
2 (yellow nymphéas; compostage), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
1 (0), 14 x 14cm, glazed tile, 2024
2 (untitled; untitled), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
3 (compostage; moonless night; night in the woods), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
4 (twilight of thought; trick or treat; l’arbre de vie; compostage), each 14 x 14cm, glazed tiles, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Hearing the touch of it at its end 2, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Hearing the touch of it at its end 4, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Hearing the touch of it at its end 3, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Hearing the touch of it at its end 1, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Hearing the touch of it at its end 5, 100 x 68cm, pencil, oil, resin and water colour on paper, 2024
Exhibition View
Exhibition View
Roots drink deep from carrion’s gift invites viewers into a sequence where creation is born from forces of attraction and repulsion, in both form and material.
The exhibition is constructed around a single tile called 1 (0), a point of origin. It represents a singular entity from which all other works emerge, while simultaneously existing within it. From this singularity, the works expand into pairs, triptychs, quadruples and quintets, each tile building upon the last like chapters in a story of creation, memory, and dissolution.
Famous references like yellow nymphéas or 1+2=3 (Hilma Af Klint) are not treated as larger-than-life icons, but instead inscribe themselves seamlessly into the sequence. These charged images, which often carry immense cultural weight, are here grounded and integrated on the same level as other thoughts and ideas, participating equally in the process of creation, transformation, and decay.
The recurring title compostage serves as a metaphor for this very process—nothing is sacralized or immune to change. Every image, no matter how well-known, is part of the cycle of disintegration and regeneration. As the series unfolds rhythmically, works like enigma and Pompéi emphasize this flow, blurring the lines between the grand and the everyday, the historical and the personal constellations.
Five drawings titled Hearing the touch of it at its end introduce the metaphor of a spiderweb—a delicate, ethereal grasp of ideas that hover at the edge of our consciousness. These drawings speak to the dreamlike process of creation, where we barely perceive ideas before they dissolve, and yet their presence lingers, guiding us as we build meaning by juxtaposing images. The drawings seem to float, their delicacy enhancing the contrast with the tiles’ grounded weight.
In this space, creation unfolds as a dialogue between forces, where the visible and invisible come together, leaving the viewer to navigate the delicate balance between what is transient and what endures.
Text: Séverine Heizmann
When I was little, I flew over the ocean on a thread.
This is my garden. My system.
I feel what vibrates through my net. I watch how things come and go. They revolve around me, as my spiral revolves around its center. Things come well when they pass well. That‘s how they come back. And they come to me of their own accord.
I create nodes for the things I like. What I don‘t need is sorted out and falls to the ground. Maybe it will help next year. Everything has its place in my net. It‘s good that my net has order. The symmetry helps me to organize my thoughts. I put everything together so that it fits. But what makes my net really beautiful is that it pulsates in the wind and glows in all colors in the morning dew. That‘s how it constantly renews itself. Like the things that revolve around me.
What I find, a packet of information – something useful that will fill you up – will be woven in and preserved. Here is a nice little pheromone. It will bring you to me. Just follow this thread. Do you feel its structure? I have imprinted my favorite poem on it. It will have changed when you get to me. Look at everything I have collected! It will fill you up too.
Text: Hannes Zulauf
Mit freundlicher Unterstützung von/Kindly supported by:
Pro Helvetia | Kultur Stadt Bern | Swisslos Lotteriefonds Kanton Bern | Burgergemeinde Bern | Ernst Göhner Stiftung | Temperatio | GVB Kulturstiftung
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