FRAGMENTS

FRAGMENTS of ruined architecture and construction sites simultaneously, the delicately collapsing and elaborately erected Made in Ruins & Seat […] stand as if caught in time. As both staircase and superstructure, chair and classical portico, ruin and construction site, the works exist in a state of spatial and temporal suspension.

The misfits will not be pinned down. The oversized dimensions and shifting scales of the staircase fragment refuse an easy and predictable relationship with your legs. The chair defends itself against your weight. Beneath the works’ surfaces lie architectural worlds, suggesting an ambiguity of scale and a vulnerable relationship between the work’s bold outer surfaces and the fragile inner constructions that support them.

A R T I S T

“The Koepping glasses are fragile to the point that they threaten to shatter at the slightest contact with human fingers. This means that they are to all intents and purposes dysfunctional, but for us this dysfunctional character seems more than accidental. On the one hand it’s a kitsch and showy way of pursuing crafting finesse to the point of absurdity. On the other, it’s as an extreme development of an archetypical quality of any glass – its fragility. Made in Ruins and Seat on the Edge both call on our capacities to project ruin and incompletion onto our own bodies. These qualities are easy to associate with frailty, and our bodies’ innevitable decay and disintegration. But, unlike the glasses, our bodies are busy construction sites that keep picking up the pieces and rebuilding themselves.”

M U S E U M

“Karl Koepping’s ornamental glasses are in pieces. The soaring hubris of the exquisite flowers has met its nemesis in a brittle wilting. Unable to keep their promise of delicate fragility, the shattered remains now serve only as reminders of frustrated expectations and high hopes dashed. Or do they? As Made in Ruins & Seat on the Edge touch on the concepts of ruin and fragmentation in a brash and bold manner so the Koepping glasses defy us to pity them. Their triumph consists in having even been here to shatter at all. We were perfect, they seem to exclaim, and you missed it. So we are left to imagine them in their splendour, to create something meaningful from the surviving fragments. And we inevitably get it wrong. To surmise a kingdom from a coin or a house from the rotten remains of a doorpost is all we can do.”