That Space Between Inhale and Exhale
Where the open air brought gushing groups, Pirelli Hangar Bicocca (formally a tyre factory) was discreet — but far from empty. However, from April 6th until July 30, there is a beautifully curated (by Roberta Tenconi) show of Belgian artist Ann Veronica Janssens. This show is neither blaring nor tacit. It is something different altogether.
Spanning over four decades of practice, ‘Grand Bal’ is an exhibition of Janssens’ past and recent works. In the high walls and darkness of the now art warehouse, the collection of her installments, sculptures and immersive artworks have a multisensory rhythm that controls the space with a resounding beat. The old factory sheds thin cracks of light from the outside, spraying the concrete-bricked platform (Area (1978-2023)) specifically made for the exhibition. Swings (2000-2023) swung from the ceiling sparking nostalgia, and a group of TV monitors crowded a corner, spurting sound and images from the concrete floor.
The show was dynamic and spread across many planes, hitting elements, senses, and sentiments. Janssens transforms ‘our environment’ into hers. Observing this space, one can imagine her sauteeing pretentious, white-gloved verbiage — characterised by formalist approaches and installation norms — and reducing her work into bubbling synaesthetic stimuli. The installations are prepped for the pass (or ‘consumption’ if you don’t want me to beat the metaphor further). Unlike the raw and raging Design Week, Janssens gave Milan a place where material and light sat in a flux of paused time. Her work held everything in an inspiratory pause (the moment between breathing in and out). Suspended like the floor-to-ceiling foil PVC sheet, Golden Section (2009) shifts before the entrance of the completely fogged-out ‘mist’ room (these have been synonymous with her work since her exhibition of the immersive fog environment at the 1999 Venice Biennale.) From afar, all her works are just as ambiguous, but up close, their contents drown the experiential palate with vivid piquancy. Or mist.
- Ann Veronica Janssens
- MUHKA, Anvers, 1997-2023. Installation view at Pirelli HangarBicocca, Milan, 2023 Collection 49 Nord 6 Est – Frac Lorraine
- © 2023 Ann Veronica Janssens / SIAE Photo Andrea Rossetti
Back in town, groups of buyers, editors and designers bumped into each other as they passed through furniture and fairs. Their plastic cups drop lime wedges onto beer-sodden shoes. There was so much action, so much noise, and then static. At Pirelli Hangar Bicoccae, the static was welcomed. Apart from the fog and swing, the screen and supine mirrors, Janssens’ rectangular anti-room is stuck in my mind. It is a dissolution of space (ironically named ‘infinite space.’) It is silent, isolated and isolating. It is an apotheosis and a black hole, everything and nothing.
And in front of it was a chair. And the tired security guard stood watching that chair, wholly consumed. I could tell he wanted to sit.