Annebel Bruschinski

installation - sculpture - archives - artistic research - ecology

Our belongings, hence the name, belong to us. Do we ever think that they long not to be? Dear inanimate, are you comfortable there? Dear cushion, sitting on my bed. Quiet and asleep. Waiting for my head to land on you. My sweet sweater, caressing me throughout the harsh cold. Be kind and loving to your companions. You'll probably outlast all of us. What does life mean if there is no death? Will you be constantly confronted by waste and neglect. Will I be constantly tempted by greed.

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    • Nine Cushions
    Washing in the Sink
    Cushion on a Chain
    Carpet
    Lonely Socks
    Janus
    Chair and Clothes on my Bed
    Three Women
    Bed, Embodied - Used/Found objects, Soap, Pigments The bed listens to our screams and laughter, it feels our pains and tears. There is comfort in the acceptance of a filthy bed. It is the most intimate object in our lives, a witness of emotions that we don’t share with other people. Nevertheless, we neglect and throw away our beds after they have met our needs. All those memories lost and forgotten. Bed, Embodied is an installation that celebrates this intimacy and the relationship between people and everyday life objects. This installation animates the invisible, yet crucial memories we share with our bed.
    Undies