XLVII Ina Bierstedt
01.10.04 – 16.10.04

inbetween

To open one's eyes, to shut one's eyes, to drink a glass of water. Then the lights turn red: Look to the left, walk to the right, sleep.
It has to be said that there are no eyes nor traffic lights or glasses in Ina Bierstedt's paintings. But there seem to be certain speeds of looking/seeing/vision developing behind the view as such. Her painted spaces can function as side paths with sightseeing platforms along the way moving from thinking to the body and back. Through layers of paint with various densities, inbetween architectural and more organic textures, solitary figurative elements appear, too. Yet they do not work as depictions, they are rather effective as quotes. The landscapes in Ina Bierstedt's paintings seem to shift, to hesitate on a point that might be located either closely in front or behind an imaginary space. So, we'll wait a little and then see what happens?
(BC)