12 November 2010: Christoph Schlingensief, Selected Exhibition & Interview

Christoph Schlingensief, Installation view, 'Steirischer Herbst' at Neue Galerie Graz/AT, 2008 Photo: Landesmuseum Joanneum/ N. Lackner (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Der König wohnt in Mir, 2008 Installaton view, 'Medium Religion', ZKM Center for Art and Media, Karlsruhe/DE, 2008 Photo: Anne Däuper (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Der König wohnt in mir, 2008 Installation view at Kunstraum Innsbruck Photo: Leonard Schattschneider (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Der König wohnt in mir, 2008 Installation view at Kunstraum Innsbruck Photo: Leonard Schattschneider (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Ursuppe. Birth of a Nation, 2005 4 children's strollers, 1 doll's pram, 5 monitors, 5 videos, sound, various materials 4 children's strollers: 100 x 110 x 70 cm each; 1 doll's pram 75 x 70 x 45 cm - dimensions variable (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Little Shrine, 2006 Wood, bird cage, 3 car side mirrors with TFT-screens, 2 digital prints, speaker 100 x 35 x 120 cm / 39 3/8 x 13 3/4 x 47 1/4 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Innocence, 1965 - 2008, 2008 Wood, x-ray photographs, DVD-player, screen 65 x 152 x 65 cm / 25 5/8 x 59 7/8 x 25 5/8 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Untitled, 2007 Plastic, neon light, photograph 154 x 104 x 12 cm / 60 5/8 x 41 x 4 3/4 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Untitled, 2007 Plastic, neon light, photograph 91 x 136 x 14.5 cm / 35 7/8 x 53 1/2 x 5 3/4 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Untitled, 2007 Plastic, neon light, photograph 136 x 91 x 14.5 cm / 53 1/2 x 35 7/8 x 5 3/4 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Untitled, 2007 Plastic, neon light, photograph 136 x 91 x 145 cm / 53 1/2 x 35 7/8 x 57 1/8 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Last Supper, 2007 Metal cast, video, monitor 32 x 28 x 13 cm / 12 5/8 x 11 x 5 1/8 in (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, 18 Bilder pro Sekunde, 2007 Installation view at Haus der Kunst München, 2007 Photo: Wilfried Petzi (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Untitled, 2005 Digital print on coated fabric (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Opi (Affenführer / Hitler im Aussichtsturm), 2005 2 DVDs, sound, colour 3:47 min; 2:58 min (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

 

Christoph Schlingensief, Church of Fear, 2003 Wood, paint (photo courtesy of: http://www.hauserwirth.com)

 

 

 

 

Selected Interview: ‘I Have No Desire to Go to Heaven’, Christoph Schlingensief

SPIEGEL: Mr. Schlingensief, in your most recent dramatic works, “A Church of Fear of the Stranger in Me” and “The Interim State of Things,” you transformed the fight against your cancer into extravagant, extremely well-received celebrations of art. What is your current health status?

Schlingensief: My status is that I have about 10 new, pea-sized metastases in one of my lungs, which are still there after my operation. It doesn’t look good. These metastases appeared very quickly, and no one expected them. The doctors are also baffled. In the other lung, the cancer took three or four years. I was just in the process of getting back into life. The hospital had already given me the all clear, but then they took a closer look at the X-rays and asked me to come back.

SPIEGEL: You seemed almost euphoric when, in September, you appeared in “Church of Fear” at the Ruhr Triennale in Duisburg after your surgery and chemotherapy. How hard did you take the latest news?

Schlingensief: This disease is really depressing! In the weeks before I got the news, my girlfriend Aino and I had been walking around and were approaching work with new strength. We thought that we could enjoy life again for two or three years, if not more. And now? We refuse to enjoy each day as if it were the last day, according to that idiotic cliché some doctors use. Eating used to be such a celebration for me, but now I’ve lost my appetite. I’m not even interested in red wine. I did like the schnapps I recently drank in the cafeteria at the Maxim Gorki Theater with the director Armin Petras.

SPIEGEL: Does it provide you with some consolation that this year, after 25 years of controversy, you are suddenly reaping more praise than ever before from audiences and critics?

Schlingensief: I see a lot of things as if I were behind a pane of bulletproof glass, and I’m amazed. The great thing about “Church of Fear” was that I could look at my work without any doubts. This work was completely pure and sad, but it was also absurd and funny. A year ago, shortly before my cancer was discovered, we went to Nepal. We shot a film there and visited a children’s hospital, and this is what I wrote in the guest book: “May our circling thoughts finally come to rest.” That sentence really hit home three days later, when I saw the first X-ray image. In fact, I do have the feeling that in “Church of Fear,” thoughts have finally come to a resting point that everyone understands. Having to die but wanting to live — that’s the subject.

SPIEGEL: Is it really true that you are plagued by doubts about your art?

Schlingensief: Isn’t that part of it? Many people are just now discovering that my works have always been melancholy or contemplative. But I am not an agent of suffering, like many in the theater who are convinced that they are ill. Nevertheless, I have struggled with problems that now seem stupid to me. It bothered me when something didn’t appeal to people, this struggle over criticism. My defenses went up immediately whenever I had a negative review. In the worst of cases, the critics were dragged onto the stage.

SPIEGEL: It usually looked like fun.

Schlingensief: It was certainly liberating. There is nothing better than hurling big issues at a mesmerized, laughing audience. I always liked that about (Joseph) Beuys, that he never stubbornly presented his theories. In my films, I was always astonished to see why people were no longer laughing. In “Tunguska,” for example, I portrayed two avant-garde filmmakers who traveled to the North Pole to torture the Eskimos there with their works. That was my way of getting even with my teacher, Werner Nekes, and the German avant-garde film. At the same time, it was a declaration of love.

SPIEGEL: In retrospect, what would you do differently?

Schlingensief: Perhaps my work was too encoded or too cowardly. My dramatic advisor, Carl Hegemann, once accused me, after my first play at the Volksbühne Theater, “100 Years of the CDU,” of not having confessed properly. That was when I realized that accountability is also a necessary part of theater, and that it’s something that I often miss. I was recently in my parents’ apartment in Oberhausen, and I noticed that it’s very dark there. The walls are yellowish and the floors are worn. I had never noticed this before. I always played the white giant there, to make the apartment bright. I played around, and I told stories about how I had been in Vienna or Bayreuth, or that I had an offer from Manaus. Just imagine, that’s where I’m going, I would tell them. I brought some life into the place in the process, helping my father, who gradually lost his vision over a 10-year period and never came to terms with it, escape from his depression for a little while and putting my mother in a good mood. But I don’t want to do that anymore when I visit my mother these days. My father is dead now. What I encapsulated there was a lack of self-love. In many ways, I didn’t like myself.

SPIEGEL: And this also applied to your work?

Schlingensief: We just pretend that rejection motivates us, and that it only makes us stronger. When I was 16, I showed a film to an editor at WDR, and he said something that devastated me: “You will never be able to love anyone. It’s very clear in the film. You’re not interested in the characters. They’re just cardboard figures for you.” There I was, in the middle of puberty, and I wept. Of course, I always had a tough time with relationships. Later on, I made the film “Egomania-Island Without Hope” with Tilda Swinton, with whom I was together at the time. When I proudly showed her the film, she was horrified. She thought it was so horribly incomprehensible and full of hate. She just wept.

SPIEGEL: And your self-confidence wasn’t immediately restored by the fact that your work was periodically received with enthusiastic praise?

Schlingensief: That didn’t work, even though it was always 50-50 with me. I suffered greatly from the fact that I couldn’t get my parents to understand that what I do is good. All they got was that it didn’t make sense to neighbors and relatives, who were afraid of being criticized just for being associated with me. My father wept at the Berlin Film Festival when he saw “Menu Total.” It didn’t help that my sister said that she thought the film was, as she said, impressive. My father took it so far that he would only show my mother the landscape scenes in “Egomania.” He had made himself notes on exactly where to fast-forward to in the videos, and he allowed my mother to believe that I shoot documentaries about German landscapes.

SPIEGEL: You recently pointed out that the cancer in your lungs probably began growing when you staged “Parsifal” in Bayreuth. Do you seriously believe that there is a connection?

Schlingensief: Everyone who has cancer asks himself questions like that. Some brood over whether they smoked too many cigarettes or drank too much red wine. I ask myself whether I felt too much of an affiliation with death in my art. The level of emotion with which I staged that “Parsifal,” Wagner’s farewell work, in 2004, and the fact that I broke up with my girlfriend at the time and experienced some of my darker sides, that contradicted my will to live and produced an unbearable feeling of revulsion. I believe that every person has an innate stability that falters as a result of such acts of self-hate.

SPIEGEL: Are you now able to like yourself better?

Schlingensief: Not just myself, but others too. For instance, I’ve decided to praise people more often. I’m delighted by the warmth I feel coming from so many friends, as well as artists, from Margit Carstensen and René Pollesch, from Matthias Lilienthal and from Peter Zadek, who sent me an enormous, hilarious book of pornographic drawings when I was in the hospital. But it’s nonsense to say that people with cancer see the world in a totally different way. We imagine that this is the case, we are weak, and our surroundings react differently to us. Nevertheless, I’m far enough along to be able to say that the most normal things are the nicest things. I enjoy just lying there with my girlfriend, perhaps looking at the gray wall of a high-rise building, without dark clouds and without asking myself the question: How much longer will we be lying here? I’ve lost one lung already. I can no longer run, I get out of breath, my feet feel like they’re made of lead, and yet I’m doing really well. I’m taken better care of than any child in Nepal, who wouldn’t stand a chance in my situation. I’ve had some wonderful moments and a lot of joy.

SPIEGEL: Now you’re putting us in a good mood.

Schlingensief: Let’s put it this way: I’m trying. I’m probably weeping deep inside. Basically, every person with cancer has the chance to find his own way. If someone wants to keep playing the same record until the end, that’s fine. Or he wants to do Qigong or yoga, that’s okay too. The worst thing is when you don’t get it, despite all the treatment and advice, when you constantly think to yourself: If I had just gotten around to doing this or that. It would be a good thing if people with cancer could be pulled out of their despair, out of this crisis of confidence. Hospitals ought to provide us with a helper to discuss the fear and explain to us the mechanisms of fighting fear. Instead, we get caught up in these Internet forums, which only make us sicker. I’m fortunate to have a doctor who sees me as a person, who speaks openly and gently with me and doesn’t employ the American approach and say: “Let me tell it to you like it is. You’re finished!”

SPIEGEL: Have you ever been seriously ill before?

Schlingensief: Yes, once, when I was 18, in my last year of high school. I had eaten fish sandwiches at a local fair and ended up in bed at home with stomach pain. I was treated for fish poisoning, but my appendix had actually ruptured. By the time I was taken to the hospital two days later, I was unconscious. They spent seven hours removing pus from my stomach. After the operation, I was in intensive care for six weeks, then in a regular ward, with an intestinal obstruction. I saw people being wheeled out of the operating room, and I also saw a few people dying. That was very tough.

SPIEGEL: Does your artistic obsession with sickness and death stem from that time?

Schlingensief: I can’t exactly say. My father was a pharmacist, and I had my fill of listening to sick people. I never really believed in complete health.

SPIEGEL: Do you feel that you really have to get down to work now?

Schlingensief: I don’t fool myself into believing that work is keeping me alive. It’s nice to think that you’re needed, but it’s much more important for me to have found a girlfriend, Aino, who fights for me and gets me out of bed when all I can do is sigh. Aino is such a godsend that the thought of losing her makes me want to cry. I have no desire to go to heaven, and I have no desire to play the harp and sing and make music and sit around on a cloud somewhere!

SPIEGEL: How is your cancer being treated?

Schlingensief: I’m taking pills, for now. They don’t know yet whether the drugs enter the lungs and stop or shrink the metastases. I thought of killing myself at first. I didn’t want to turn yellow and green and blue, and die after the fifth or sixth round of chemotherapy. But I’ve decided that suicide is out of the question. I will remain a Christian no matter what, even though I reject the Catholic Church in its current form, which is a ludicrous, infernal machine on earth. The only thing I don’t want to experience is pain. But I have some very good people who will help in that respect, to dull the pain. Jesus was also stabbed in the side to shorten his suffering, and he lost blood and water as a result. That was assisted suicide! But tell that to someone in the Catholic Church!

SPIEGEL: Is this also a subject of your new theater project in Vienna?

Schlingensief: Yes. It’s about illness, of course, about the rotating universe in which we remain, even when we are gone. And it’s about Africa and the opening of a festival hall that I want to build there, so that artists from Europe can spend some time there and rip off the Africans officially and not secretly, as they have done in the past. Those are the set pieces. Elfriede Jelinek gave me the text, and a composer is currently writing the score for the singers. The premier will be at the Burgtheater on March 20. I can’t sing or compose music, so I have to rely on other people. It’s something I have learned recently. This method of directing from afar is an old dream of mine: You build a train in which you will no longer be a passenger one day, and then others take over and continue driving the train, exploring unknown places.

SPIEGEL: You have announced that when your time comes, you want to go to Africa to die. Why there?

Schlingensief: Not because I feel particularly tied to it or anything like that. I do feel, since the first time I was there almost 30 years ago, that I could find peace there. It’s a spiritual thing. But I can’t die that quickly. I have a long way to go before closing the book. I’m not at peace with myself, and I’m not about to give up yet. I still have some battles left to fight!

SPIEGEL: Mr. Schlingensief, thank you for this interview.

Interview conducted by Anke Dürr and Wolfgang Höbel,

12/19/2008

Translated from the German by Christopher Sultan

Interview Source:http://www.spiegel.de/international/germany/0,1518,597544,00.html

Image Source:

http://www.hauserwirth.com/artists/28/christoph-schlingensief/images-clips/

 

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