During a period of grant applications,
I submitted a project for an Open Call, wishing to exhibit in a group show in Berlin. The curator selected my project (a crocheted biceps decorated with embroidered tribal-tattoos). We emailed back and forth for months, planning the production and presentation of the piece, and the curator produced the posters, leaflets and online communication of the project. The piece was packed and sent from Norway in good time for the exhibition, but due to a tear along the way, it ended up on a re-packing station in Frankfürt. As a result, the project never made it to the actual exhibition. However, my presence was very much apparent, through my mentioning on all prints and social media communication. My purpose with exhibiting was thus somehow still obtained.
Months later, the piece was returned to me - the content in good order, but the packaging torn and covered in addresses and clearances. Accompanying it in the picture to the left is a 3 meter long curated selection of the emails between artist and curator depicting the story of an non-exhibit and questioning the reasons that motivates both artist and curator to exhibit at all.