
Five-Headed worm
at Immengarten 24A
26.10.23 – 30.10.23
Five-Headed Worm was a group exhibition featuring Pia Bock, Lennart Deneke, Till Golombek, Patrick Neugebauer and Joey Renner. The artists met during their first year at the HBK Braunschweig, and while some have now gone other ways, stayed in contact
Located inside an abandoned car-paint shop, Five-Headed Worm contains a variety of works, reaching from photography and sculpture, to video, sound, installations and a sort of readymade in the form of five live leeches.
Many of the works focus on abstracting the human, by combining it with the animalistic, with nature, or interpreting it from a different point of view. Bridging the gap between the artistic and the scientific. The artists focused on using the narrative and athmospheric aspects of the location, as well as elevating it, to keep a distance that allows a more critical look.


riders dropping leaflets for metallic poetry
2023; variable dimensions; speaker-chassis playing a ~16min. soundloop;






Untitled
2023; variable dimensions; parts of a VW Beetle´s fender, salt and paint;
This installation first explores the personification of objects, later elaborated on in „no good outcome from a housefire“. Reflecting on Batailles´ theorie of heterogenous objects, the fender is treated as more than an object, or an object imbued with a kind of new life. Asking the questions: How does the abandoned object feel about those who abandon it? How does it feel about cutting it apart? Is it one object in multiple instances or multiple objects who all feel whole? By shifting the way we view this one specific object many questions open up, that can be applied to our everyday life, and further more to how we are viewed by others and in turn view them.
The images carved into the car parts and drawn on the floor with coloured salt symbolize these thoughts as well as their references.
A portrait of a shocked Jeremy Iron in the film „Dead Ringers“, watching his brother´s decay (prompted by their seperation). It will come to get him as well, they are bound forever, a seperate whole.
A godlike force ripping apart a one into two. Why, how, or what happened is not for the ripped apart to know.
Two arms, or the same arm in two instances. When one arm is cut the other bleeds.
A burning stone house next to a complex AC-unit; The modern perfection can do nothing to help the old, supposedly indestructable, from decay. They share an inevitable fate.
A two-headed calf; One being as well as two, unable to support itself if it would be ripped apart, although this might be considered freeing by other´s.


Luftorgel
2023; site-specific dimensions; Subwoofer installed in the AC-system; ~16min. Soundloop.
Immengarten 24A was filled with gigantic tubes connecting to the AC-system, running through the building like veins or respiratory tracts. Making horrific breathing noises by themselves, the installed sound amplified the influence these sounds have on the room.




Antennenfeld
2023; variable dimensions; bronze and solder;



volcanic ends to volcanic means
2023; ~30 x 40 x 30cm; ceramic, aluminium, speaker-chassis, amplifier, mp3-player and prints; playing a ~23min soundloop.
a updated version was later shown at „Open Studios 24“.
„We were scaling up the mountain, the weather was cloudy but dry, so we thought we´d just go for it.
It might seem like a dumb idea to most. But that didn´t stop us.
The ascent started very easy, great grippy slopes, not very steep and not all to rocky.
We had to do a little bit of what could be called climbing, but for us it really was not a big deal.
After a while the hill became steeper, but still managable. We reached about a third of the way and had a little break, just sitting on the ground, there were less and less bigger rocks around at this point. The air was getting thinner, but not as bad as some of our past ascents, erwin seemed unaffected actually and i just had to slow down a little.
We still had a few patches of lonely grass under our feet.
The view was already amazing.
Scaling further up the mountain, we left the grass behind. The ground became a dusty, sandy grey. Less steep than before but far more exhausting because the sand, or dust, or debris or whatever we were walking on was very slippery. Every ten steps or so one of us would slip, or our feet would just slide. No more rocks either just fine grey sand.
The last few metres were the hardest. The wind was ripping at us trying to cast us off of the mountain and into the air. The ground was even more slippery, and felt like soot. It was so fine it felt rather soft than coarse on my hands. We had to use our hands, so we wouldn´´t just slip off and go sliding to our doom. Then suddenly there were a few rocks again. Sharp black edges, they cut into our hands, but at least they gave us something to hold on to.
We could feel the heat coming off of the eye. In the middle of all the blackness you could see it glow and move. Mesmeriszing. Then it shook. Erwin fell a good ten feet i only stumbled down enough to lose sight of the hole. A cloud erupted in front of us, and rose up into the air, like a spear.
Towering above me like the mountain before it seemed to feed itself from within, billowing wider and higher ever wider and higher. In seconds the heat drained any water from my skin, my eyes hurting but i couldn´t look away.
Erwin was scrreaming that we need to get off the mountain, but i didn´t believe that it would save us. That cloud came down, engulfed me, layed a layer of dark grey over me and all around me.
All the flags are burning.
In a big pile, on top of the hill.
The smoke could be seen from anywhere
a black flag rising
and the motor is on fire
and the fiberglass is bursting
noone gets out unharmed
noone gets out alive
all the preachers sit
and they try to pray
but can´t remember
and it all seems so senseless now anyway
the smell isn´t as bad.
A lot of good things burned
but they will turn to ash
and it will all turn into the smell of a house on fire eventually
you with your polished metal corset
whirring away in the curner
i can see the blades inside you turning
fast enough to eat up anything
there are no wires i could see
just senseless perfect metal
and a hole in the middle of your chest
for me to reach in
when i hold you in both hands
i can feel the vibrations
i can tell your alive and breathing
in your own rythm
when i see my hands
above the metal blades
save through you
save from you
Everlasting going forward
we speed head first into the streetlight“
©Photos: Patrick Neugebauer, Lennart Deneke