at The Kunsthaus is a woman and says she can feel folded, like the tapestry, we are in the showcase, in front of the. In the Kunsthaus, a woman stands next to me and says, in this exhibition, it would go to Ottilia Giacometti. A sister, a daughter, a wife. Nothing but, she says further, is to be found in the rooms, which had come out of her. Only this-wall carpet here, outside of the exhibition space, folded up, was a work of her.
you have determined what color to where, which thread is which. He was the Only thing that is not a consideration in their self. You as an object, reproduced from the father, by the brother. The woman knocks on the window and asks, whether because it was reflected. Whether or not this carpet would be a sad reflection of the ways of the women of the time, a sadness that stretch their arms until our own time.
A fact which could be addressed with such an exhibition. You will find just on the verge of a Declaration of the folded women of that time, which went no way, the pictures were for their fathers and brothers sitting around tables, to fireplaces, even under the trees, and finally, because shortly after the birth of the child died, the death-bed lying.
she was so sad about this Empty-
. She was so sad about the silence of this woman.Julia Weber
she was so sad about this empty. She was so sad about the silence of this woman who might want to be a painter or an archaeologist, or a horse-racing track owner, but it was the image, maybe you don’t want to be in the picture, she knew it, but she could not determine, since she was confident, self-determined to be an image.
And then the woman takes your Finger of the wheel, goes away. I go behind her in a small room. Eleven works by eleven women. Also a picture of a man and the image of a naked woman figure. And the woman in front of me, standing, calls out: What is this dick doing here? “The best thing in life are women and roses”, I told this man once. A Trouble it would be for him to see his picture among all the women, or roses, but the use he was nothing, Yes, but it is.
And she didn’t want to stand here and see how the space will be given to the women in this house, although many letters and Calls were received after that, so will be taken. You should be ashamed of yourself, calling the wife, and we have to at 8. March together once again.
Julia Weber is a writer and lives in Zurich. For the “Tages-Anzeiger” writes to you every week via Zurich loopholes.
Created: 10.03.2020, 15:14 PM
