Jan Svenungsson

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March 28, 2020 – "Fourteenth sheet"

A Swedish friend sent a message today. He's in Berlin and triers to return to Sweden. Easier said than done. Trains through Denmark are not possible: border closed. SAS has simply stopped flying. Easyjet has three or four flights a week and they are all fully booked through April. Still possible, it seems, to take a train to Frankfurt and a flight from there. Or train to Rostock – ferry to Trelleborg – more trains in Sweden. This is not what we have gotten used to. It's like in old days. Travelling as something else. Not a right.

March 27, 2020 – "Thirteenth sheet"

The US is becoming the new epicenter of the epidemy. It was expected, which doesn't make it any less tragic and dangerous.

This morning I finished "Uncanny Valley" by Anna Wiener. I'd recommend it to anyone who is trying to understand why things are like they are, these days. (not necessarily about the virus)

Tonight I will begin (re-)reading a book by a certain Albert Camus. Guess which one. No prizes.

March 25, 2020 – "Twelfth sheet"

As you can see from these maps, the state (the states?) of Europe remains twisted, chaotic and peculiarly stable.

March 25, 2020 – "Minority lesson"
Can the current never-seen-before measures taken against the Covid-19 virus by governments worldwide, be seen as test runs for the necessary large scale changes to our societies, which need be made in order to mitigate the climate crisis? Or are they rehearsals for authoritarian interests' deconstruction of democracy and rule by decree, in the name of ever impending and renewed disasters? There is an interesting article in the Swedish newspaper Svenska Dagbladet today, which notes that Sweden's "calmer" approach to virus containment (schools and restaurants remain open, meetings up to 500 allowed, etc) is now shared only by Belarus in Europe, after the UK and the Netherlands began closing down. So far, Sweden's infection rate and death rate, remain relatively low. Will it stay this way? What will be the lesson here?

March 23, 2020 – "Eleventh sheet"

This Monday restrictions were made harder in Berlin (and in Germany): no more than two people can congregate on the street, and they will have to respect social distance. Whoever leaves home, which is only allowed for absolutely necessary tasks, needs to carry identification and a document showing their address. I was not surprised. Yesterday I bicycled with K and E (allowed, because we're a family group) to a park, Gleisdreieck. Lots of people there. Not as many as in normal times, but far too many who completely disregarded any social distancing, or limiting groups to less than ten (the old rule). This will not hold, I thought. A few hours later, rules were tightened.

While this is going on, I'm in email contact with an old friend, the painter P, who is working in a residency studio on a hill in beautiful Tuscany... wondering when he will be able to go home to Scandinavia. Beauty is not all there is.

March 21, 2020 – "Tenth sheet"

There are more than twice as many who has tested positive in Germany today, compared to three day ago, when I drew the sheet before today's. Still a very low death rate – in Germany. In other countries much higher. Lots of mistakes of proportion in my drawing today.

March 19, 2020 – "Address"

We don't have television, but yesterday we gathered around my laptop to see Angela Merkel's sombre address to the German people on the Corona crisis. She said what everyone needed to hear, very, very well. Just now I came across this article (in English) which describe how she did it. And what it means.

March 18, 2020 – "Ninth sheet"

This is about today then, written today. Still I'm not sure what to say. A couple of hours ago Angelka Merkel spoke to the German nation: she said the current crisis is the most serious since WW2. That's quite a comparison, which can cause some nervousness. If I hadn't already used this title, I could call my new work: "Psycho-Mapping the Current Crisis". Which is really what I'm doing. Europe is changing and causing my hand to be unstable.

March 17, 2020 – "Eighth sheet"

I'm writing this one day late. Time ran out yesterday. But when I try to think about what I thought then (which would be fitting to write about) I can't. There's a strange sensation theses days, of living in a very intense now.

March 16, 2020 – "Seventh sheet"

I'm writing this in my studio in Berlin at around 4 pm on the Monday, March 16. Noticing the time, I realize that since one hour all bars, cafés and restaurants in Austria have now closed, as they will continue to do as long as the current state of emergency is prolonged. I assume Germany will soon follow. The schools in Berlin will be closed from tomorrow, we'll see what's the next step.

I took the weekend off from drawing Europe maps. It feels like it was ages ago, Friday. This time is too dense with information and speculation, it makes the moment feel much longer. Yet I have only arrived at the sevenths sheet and have thirteen left. It's hard to keep a laserlike focus on copying lines, but I have to try. At this point so many problems have accumulated and built on one another, that the map looks more and more like a circus... which I have to continue to faithfully copy.

March 13, 2020 – "Sixth sheet"

Austria will close down everything but bare necessities from Monday. Following Italy, but going far earlier. The exhibition we have been planning can't happen now. I saw the press conference live in my computer, during a break from working on the above drawing. (Afterwards I made a mess of Greece and I will have to live with the consequences for the following fourteen sheets). Against my instincts I must say that I was impressed with how Kanzler Kurz and two of his ministers presented the tough measures. Respectful and matter-of-fact, but not without empathy. I guess I have been following the nightmare of American politics for too long.

March 13, 2020 – "Friday"
In the morning. I just realized it is today the thirteenth day, in the month of March. A Friday.

March 12, 2020 – "Fifth sheet"

Europe is changing in front of my eyes. Both on paper and in reality. I wonder if the present crisis (and today it has not exactly gotten better, but I'll leave the details out) will eventually present opportunities to handle the long term structural problems which, in the end, are fundamentally more serious. Then I remind myself about my exhibition in Stockholm, which is still going on, and its title: "Monstrosities".

March 11, 2020 – "Fourth sheet"

The exhibition next week will take place, although without an opening. Angela Merkel today said 50-70 % of Germans may eventually catch the new Corona virus. In Italy everything has been turned upside down, while some 10-15 000 out of a population of 60 million are sick. It's admirable, because it helps everyone else to buy time, adapt and lets more vulnerable people survive, but it is not sustainable in the long run. Eventually, the efforts will disintegrate and new forms will happen.

March 10, 2020 – "Third sheet"

Mentioning chaos theory yesterday, the situation developed predictably (sic!!!) today. During a midday break from working on my third Psycho-Mapping sheet (copying as exactly and neutrally as possible the second sheet, including all the mistakes which happened against my best efforts yesterday), I learned that the Austrian government had just announced major cancelling orders, including all classes at universities. I am (I was?) due to go back to Vienna for a full week of work on Monday, including installing and opening an important show of student work, curated by myself, in Galerie Hilger Next. What now?

After having communicated with my colleagues at the department in Vienna, we waited for the announcement we knew would soon come from the Rector's office. And indeed it did, and it was harder than what I had imagined. The university will close down completely, as regards all physical meetings, from Monday until after Easter. Everything has to be conducted over electronic communications. Not exactly the best means for art education. As for our show, I am waiting to hear the gallery's decision. As from today, meetings indoors in Austria may not exceed 100 people.

More complexity than I had bargained for.

March 9, 2020 – "Complexities & Second sheet"
It's an interesting day today. Stuff's going on. Italy's premier is quoting Winston Churchill: "our darkest hour", having imposed a virus lockdown on a third of Italy's population. Saudi-Arabia had wanted an agreement in OPEC on production limits, in order to see oil prices rising. They didn't get it – so did the opposite: raised production in order to crash the market. Stock markets are bombing. Nobody is on top of this situation. Everybody – all leaders, all commentators – are deep into chaos theory land.

And I am working for the second day on a new Psycho-Mapping Europe series. The first one in ten years. Europe keeps changing – its psycho-mapping has to be updated. Today I have finished the second sheet, which is always the hardest and scariest. The first sheet (yesterday) is a tracing of an underlying map (using a light table). Demanding but not scary. Interesting (because also here decisi0ns will have to be taken: which islands to include, which lakes, what resolution for a border's squiggles), but not hard. The second sheet is completely different. Every mistake will be retained and magnified over the following sheets. So... make no mistake. Easy to say, impossible to avoid. Like everyone is finding out today. Navigating impossible lands.


March 8, 2020 – "First sheet"
Today I drew the first sheet of the new Psycho-Mapping. I didn't make a photograph – and this post was added three weeks later. By then, I had realized that I wanted to preserve complete information of when each sheet in the series had been made. The chronology of the Psycho-Mapping has become wedded to the trajectory of the crisis. On March 8, I was not yet aware just how much turmoil this period would entail. Now, as I write on March 29, I don't know just how much worse it will become.

The first sheet in a psycho-mapping series is made in a different way than the following. I place the empty sheet on top of a correct map on a light table and trace it. It's more mechanic. Nevertheless, I managed to have a false start: on March 7, I made a first attempt at the tracing, using the dip pen which I have used for all the following sheets. I couldn't avoid some unfortunate thickening of lines and a a very small blob, however. I didn't want this type of deviance already from the beginning, so on March 8 I did the first sheet all over again, with another type of ink pen, which can't leave blobs.

February 29, 2020 – "Correction"
A virus is spreading and stockmarkets worldwide have been falling for the whole of last week. Chances are they will continue to do so. Could this be the beginning of a grand reset? A fundamental reality check, for us all – and especially for populist politicians? Where we all begin to realize that there are facts which cannot be denied and cannot be turned into their opposites? The jury is out.

A couple of hours after I wrote the above, I read this article: "The Coronavirus and how political spin has worsened epidemics".

February 21, 2020 – "Matters of taste"
When you see an article beginning like this: "I believe that analogies between current events and the Third Reich ought not to be made casually, if at all. Whenever it is claimed..." you get curious. In this case it's a text showing the devastating parallells between authoritarian politics of taste, in the Third Reich and... in the Trump administration. It's mainly about architecture.

I live in central Berlin, I see surviving examples of Third Reich politics of taste daily. Imagine that in 75 years time survivors in Washington and New York will be daily confronted with memorials to the taste of the current president. It's a chilling read.

February 18, 2020 – "Stockholm"

I went to Stockholm. The installation of the show went really smooth. Unusually for me, I had not planned it much in advance. Instead, I did it together with the gallerists, James and Eva-Lotta. We just played around with the works until we had found the "story" that the paintings seemed to have prepared for this particular room. It was a lighthearted and fun. In contrast to what is my own idea of what these works are about. More on that another day. Perhaps.

The opening was also nice. Lots of people came, including old friends I see very rarely. I had this surprised comment from a few: something about not having seen humor in my work before... Oh, well. What did you look at then? I have learned never to be surprised at any comment which is provoked by the work. After all, it's function is to be a catalyst. Still, I did find it a little odd to hear this humor comment right here, in front of these paintings. Are they fun?

As soon as the opening was over I was overcome with a terrible cold, which is keeping me in bed right now (back in Berlin). Yet in thiss horizontal position I have been working on my documentation, since long lacking. All the new paintings are now listed in their index, as are their drawings – and the installation views.

February 11, 2020 – "Monstrosities"

Here is the invitation for my show in Stockholm, which opens in a few days. See and read – and do come if you are in Stockholm. Paintings should be seen in the room in which they are.

February 10, 2020 – "Intelligence"
With yesterday's Beethoven discussion still on my mind I come on this stray thought: if your work is truly accomplished it will be smarter than you are. (Is this just an expression of romanticism?)

February 9, 2020 – "Nussberg"
I'm in Vienna on a Sunday, which is unusual. I spent the day reading (too much news, which makes me sick, currently) and working in my small apartment, except for a mid afternoon long run which took me on the route through the wineyards of Nussberg, where Beethoven used to walk when he lived just below, in Heiligenstadt. The path is exceedingly beautiful with the panorama of the city at your feet. I still can't believe my luck that it is possible to run here from my apartment and back. What a privilege! And the weather today... was not exactly February-like, but more like a crisp and sunny day in April. In my headphones I listened to a series of podcasts by the brilliant pianist Igor Levit, discussing Beethoven's 32 piano sonatas. In an easygoing way, he manages to combine technical matters (how the music is made, and in this case, how Beethoven often stretched what is possible to play and how he challenged the player by asking for super complicated passages to be played at incredible speed, sometimes arriving at a result which is no longer music but Geräusch – noise) with deep discussions of meaning and value, which do not stop at the edge of music. Like all classical virtuosi, Levit began studying piano intensely at a very young age and when he was eighth his parents moved the family from Gorki in Russia to Hannover, in order to optimize his education. There, he met a teacher who for years forced him to study the second sonata. It was all about the text, and how to transfer the text to sound. Technical matters, yes, but ultimately about the essence of what music (and all art) is. Transformation. For Igor Levit, the second sonata became the key to all music.

"Was ist ein bedeutendes Stück Musik? Bedeutendes, hat ein Freund von mir gesagt, wird es immer erst später" (What is an important piece of music? Important, a friend of mine has said, it only becomes later) after which Levit notes that nevertheless there exist some works which change everything at once, like Stravinsky's Rite of Spring... He then returns to Beethoven: "Was ich mich vorstellen kann, ist dass Beethoven sehr bewusst war, dass er mit diesem Art Auftritt, nicht nur bedeutend wird, sondern einfach behauptet: Ich bin bedeutend." (I imagine that Beethoven was very aware that with this kind of attitude he not only becomes important, but simply claims: I am important.)

I love Beethoven's piano music. I can play along with much of it in my head, in fragments but alive. Always loved it, together with Erik Satie's. I listen more often to Beethoven these days. It's incredible what he was able to construct. He may have been the first composer who believed in himself as possibly more important than his separate pieces of music, but still he put constructions together which keep being reimagined and re-transformed by people all over the world, again and again. Filling their lives with meaning, as well as their many audiences. Importance certainly happened, if immediately or after doesn't matter.

I have no teaching this time in Vienna, it is semester break. Tomorrow I will be working on a bio-art experiment with a colleague and on Tuesday I have meetings and then in the evening I will attend a long awaited concert. Music has become so important to me again, as a bulwark against depression and loss of faith, which easily result from observation and consideration these days. This time it's Babymetal in Gasometer. Very different from Beethoven? Yes and no. I would never have fallen for this band if it wasn't for the compositions. Their best songs are incredibly complex and emotionally rich constructions, which have become etched into my mind since I first learned about them two years ago. To understand what I mean, go here and listen to the whole seven minutes of Ijime, Dame, Zettai without watching. Accept the speed, remember Beethoven, remember Geräusch. See the construction, listen to the details of the delivery. Then play again and watch. Enjoy the confusion, if this is your first time.

I have written an essay about this song and video, for an anthology with 25 writers, called "Hur låter Japan?" (What does Japan sound like?). It will be published by BCNVT in Sweden later this year. It's an important text for me.

January 25, 2020 – "Fog"
Last night, I arrived in Paris covered by thick fog. It was very still. Because of the strikes I was expecting all sorts of problems regarding transportation, but there was none. I met my friend Anne B. We had dinner and this morning we visited the exhibition "Tableaux Magiques" at the Musée Picasso. It's curated by Marilyn McCully and Michael Raeburn, who are also my friends – and I have been waiting to see it for months already. And I wanted to like it, even before seeing it, and was a little worried that this would not be the case.

Picasso is like... old school. Had there been Metoo back in his day, he would surely had problems. The world has moved on. Art has moved on. We have other problems.

I didn't need to. We do have other problems and concerns, yes. But the magic of a really good show is indeed transportation. You enter a carefully constructed world, which comes alive in you. I loved those paintings and their hyper activated language of signs. It felt like seeing all of them for the first time, also those I already knew.

I then spent the rest of the day walking alone through the city. I saw burned Notre Dame. I saw places I know from so many times before. I have my memories. I felt happy I live in Berlin.

January 11, 2020 – "Waiting"
I'm in my studio, it's 2020 and the second Saturday morning of the new year and I am waiting for a transport to arrive. I'm sending paintings for my show at Galleri Flach in Stockholm. It will not open until February 15, but the work is finished and I'm happy to have it go. Last Monday I de-installed the show of prints at Bildraum01 in Vienna and these last weeks I have focusing not only on preparing my own show, but one of my students as well, at Hilger Next in Vienna. Fourteen of them, in an impressive white cube space. It will open in March and it is important for all of us. I'm stepping in and out of roles: artist, technician, teacher, curator, writer. There are other projects to attend to as well, relating to university or my own trajectory. Keep working. Try to do it right. Keep it all going. Try to build on what you have, to make it new and yet to be a development towards a better state. I like that idea: to make it new – from what you already have. Looking forward into the unknown, while seeing consistency and even logic when looking back. The title of my show in Stockholm will be "Monstruösiteter". Translated: Monstrosities. The noun doesn't really exist in Swedish, although the adjective does. The plural noun looks so ugly it becomes fascinating, and it's really hard to spell. I have become attached to this word. We already used it for a student show in Vienna at the end of 2018: "Monstrositäten".