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'Slides' by Martin Kohout at EXILE, Berlin

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Slides (Filmstill), 2017
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Deptford High Street Bedroom, Sleeves, 2017
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Hungry Boy, Sleeves, 2017
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Deptford High Street Shops, Sleeves, 2017
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Hey, how are you? Did you sleep ok?


A final, daily browse through excessive information: Before falling asleep, I need to let go off my phone. My device followed me into bed and I have an incessant urge to get a final hit of information that would otherwise get outdated, or even worse, lost. I find out how a new species was found underneath the melting Arctic ice, while I navigate through what my thousands of friends on Instagram have liked or posted.

Following this nightly routine, I do a final refresh of my inbox, looking for emails that clearly can’t wait until morning’s dawn. Only now, my knowledge feels temporarily satisfied. Oh, no, wait, I should use that →
that Martin recommended to me. This extra hit of information won’t hurt my sleep-cycle anyways, as the screen of my device has long turned into a muggy yellow color.

Yet again, I browse into his website, → martinkohout.com, but am greeted by a disclaimer on his homepage telling me that access is restricted during the night. I totally forgot about the real-time opening hours on his website. My lack of access turns into frustration, and frustration turns eventually into relief, as I am reminded to let go of my device. I’m able to get off the hook, plug my phone into the charger and turn to sleep, while dreams bind together with fragments of endlessly absorbed information.

CLOSED 
This web is closed now. 
Opening hours:
Mon-Fri 7-23 
Sat-Sun 8-24

Since 2008, Kohout’s website remains inactivated during the night. A simple script regulates the access to his website, simulating a rest of eight-hours, which humans need to recover from daily exhaustion. This simple interjection between a biological necessity (sleep) and a technological command (on/off) has given an enigmatic life to his work until today.

Following previous solo exhibitions entitled →Glare Inland, Quiet Attachment (2011) and →5006 years of daylight and silent adaptation (2014), EXILE is pleased to present Kohout’s third individual appearance entitled after his recently completed short film Slides. The film is part of an ongoing research project around issues determining nocturnal labour, sleeping patterns, algorithms, daily use of technology and our sensual and mental response trying to cope with it. Under the name of a larger project called Night Shifts*, Kohout invites artists, academics, nocturnal workers and union representatives to come together, to engage and exchange their experiences and knowledge.

The show Slides is set in an archaic-looking, diy-esque courtyard movie projection setting, which seems to exist without much influence nor contact to the outside world. Once inside the gallery, one seems sheltered from the regulating dictatorship of the 24-hour-clock. The gallery has been barricaded into a rejective almost squat-like space. Additional wall-mounted metal and fabric works stand in direct dialogue with the film.

The shops around here, look at them. Nothing is what it looks like, it’s all changing. […] The owners don’t even bother updating the shop sign or decoration. They just post a message to the network and their shop window.

We see that the two main characters of Kohout’s film are never awaken at the same time. One works at night, the other one during the day. They sleep next to another, have opposing use of digital tools to adjust their surrounding color temperature to their professional work schedule. Their communication relies on apps which overlaps with bodily communication, lingering in the ambivalent nature between the new channels that enable humans to stay in touch and live together without having eye contact. The voice messages they leave at times for the other, sometimes intimate, sometimes random, are finally a wrapping whistle for contemplation.

See you soon! 
End of message.

3.2.18 — 3.3.18

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