FENDER

Fender is the title of Julia Haugeneder's exhibition at the Sophia Vonier Gallery in Salzburg. (...) The objects of Julia Haugeneder are folded surfaces. The artist spreads pigmented bookbinding glue on a foil on the floor, lets it dry and pulls it off to fold it. The folds are laid, inverted, pulled, perhaps twisted, inside and outside intermingle. That which gives body is itself airy, bubble wrap. The surface has no top and bottom, no before and behind. It is open, absorbing like skin. Something gathers in it that can be picked up. The word fender also refers to a surface, the surface of a body between the boat wall and the quay wall. The word fender in the exhibition does not repel anything, it catches. It catches and collects. Like the surfaces of the objects collect the light. Afternoon heat, thunderstorms, berry shadows. Fender, perhaps springy vessels that do not preserve memory, but create a resistance or make a crack in the designations like the words Kleist, moss, pheasants that shifts and opens them. A crack in feeling and thinking, a body that intervenes and releases shreds of memory that are unknown to us. Memory does not comprehend itself to the end. But perhaps that the berries have a secret relationship to it, which is as obvious and as opaque before us as they themselves are with the blue and red of their child colors, embedded in the warm shadow, in the unceasingness of early time.