Palm and Mikko at the End of the Mind
You know the old song that you, the spectator, decide what the work means. That might be out of tune here.
Carl Palm and Mikko Kuorinki’s exhibition True Blue at Finlandsinstitutet becomes the backdrop and a way into the poetry of Wallace Stevens, which in turn becomes the script for a new dance craze in the exhibition space, the Chaplin Screw.
Of Mere Being
The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor
A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.
Description without place [...] It is an expectation, a desire, A palm that rises up beyond the sea, A little different from reality: The difference that we make in what we see And our memorials of that difference, Sprinklings of bright particulars from the sky. The future is description without place [...]