Jasmin Werner: Façadomy

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Rue de Tamines 19, 1060, Brussels, Belgium
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Jasmin Werner: Façadomy

Brussels

Jasmin Werner: Façadomy
to Sun 26 Apr 2020
Temporary Closure

Damien The Love Guru Jasmin Werner 1

Damien The Love Guru Jasmin Werner 2

Damien The Love Guru Jasmin Werner 3

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Click here to listen to an Indoor architecture tour in reference to the works of the exhibition by Olaf Winkler. Architectural journalist, artist and architecture guide. Schwerte / Brussels.
The audio guide was recorded due to the current circumstances, as the actual architectural tours could not take place in the gallery.

17,000 years ago, a number of holes were made in the walls of the caves of Lascaux, in the South of France. Branches were stuck in the holes, serving as stable horizontal beams. Vertical beams were then attached, creating a structure that gave access to the ceiling. This is how the Lascaux caves were painted.
The ancient Greeks built scaffolds to make statues, larger than life. In the Altes Museum in Berlin there is a drinking cup from the early 5th century BC. The ‘Berlin Foundry Cup’ is painted all around with images of an ancient Greek foundry. Sculptors work on one of the statues, standing on wooden scaffolding.
We use metal scaffolds to construct our buildings. They were developed by two English brothers called Daniel and David Jones. In 1913, they built a scaffolding around Buckingham Palace using their patented system, ‘Rapid Scaffixers’, to fit the metal tubes together. Their scaffold promised change, promised progress, standing in the way of an unobstructed view on development.

There’s no such history written of scaffolding mesh, the netting that contemporary scaffolds are often wrapped in. Façades are wrapped in scaffolds are wrapped in mesh. The veils that shroud the work of construction in mystery.
Mesh tries to cancel the scaffold’s promise, to make it disappear before the work is even done. All it wants us to have is the grand reveal. It renders almost invisible and harmless the messiness of construction. Almost.
Mesh is not opaque, but it’s also not transparent. It’s a web that places itself between us and the object and makes us look at both simultaneously. We see the building behind the scaffold’s sharp lines through the mesh; the veil and its objects becoming one.

In the late 19th century, widows concealed their faces behind a mesh called ‘Courtauld crape’, named after its main manufacturer, Courtaulds from England. Crape was a matte gauze made of waste silk, crimped with heated rollers, then dyed black and stiffened with starch or glue.
Strict mourning etiquette forbade all colors but black and prescribed widows to wear crape veils over their faces whenever in public, for up to four years after their husbands had passed away.

Some women called crape ‘a veritable instrument of torture’: it was costly, kind of heavy and unpleasant. It caused irritation to the eyes and skin and stained the face when wet or damp.
“Many a woman has been laid in her coffin by the wearing of crape,” a doctor wrote by the end of the 19th century. It’s true that inhaling its poisonous particles was known to have caused death. But despite all this, the obscuring mesh supposedly served a noble cause: to protect the widow against “the untimely gayety of a passing stranger.”

Like the veil protecting the widow, mesh protects building and builders from the gaze of the outside world. And yet it seems made rather for that outside world, protecting it from falling rubble, and substituting the view on reconstruction with a promise of the reconstructed. As if that passing stranger couldn’t already recognize the widow, donned as she was in the blackest of blacks.

What if the veil actually served to protect the outside world from the widow? Mourning reminds us of death, and death makes people uncomfortable. No one really wanted to see the widow’s grief. But what did she see through the mesh between her and the world? What if we invert the gaze and look back at the world through the mesh?

“What a dark, ugly thing it is!” said Amy, unfolding and throwing it over her head; “how dismal it must be to see the world through such a veil as this!”
“And yet till one has seen the world through a veil like that, one has never truly lived,” said another voice, joining in the conversation.

from ‘The Mourning Veil’ by Harriet Beecher Stowe

— Michiel Huijben

Courtesy of the artist and Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels


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