ART
text and photography by CARSTEN HÖLLER
a letter from the artist sharing his ideas about the art of isolation, sent from his brutalist house on the cliffs of cape coast, ghana.
Because when there is nothing urgent to be done, when you’ve made it clear that there is nothing urgent to do that couldn’t be postponed, what happens with the boredom that then comes within reach, as a result of this lack of urgency? Humans get restless. Standstill is something for the sick and the depressed. Healthy standstill is not on the agenda. Something always has to be going on, and when nothing is going on, and I can’t get something going, I become melancholic. Yes, perhaps, but only for a while, right? What’s behind the boredom, more than laziness? Is it perhaps a state like the one that seems to fill the great enlightened? Jesus never got bored,…