Ugo Rondinone

Kunstraum Walcheturm

“My wallet’s stuffed with paper napkins with names and phone numbers of the people I’ll never call.” “Frank Sinatra’s ‘Summer Wind’ is quietly playing on the radio. I light a cigarette, take a few drags and again exhale.” Sentences like these crop up in Ugo Rondinone’s notebooks or appear painted directly on the wall in thick chocolate brown. This practice reflects Rondinone’s continual search for a means of conveying melancholy without nostalgia or false pathos. His spaces, in which various works relate to each other in some obscure mise-en-scène, constitute a realm infused with a lighthearted ambivalence toward existence.

In his most recent show, raw wood planks were installed in the gallery, transforming the split-level space into one of uniform height that opened onto the outside world only at one end. Silently, as though in an aquarium, daily life could be observed through the window

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