Artist: Michael Johansson
Webpage: http://www.michaeljohansson.com
Imagine living within and amongst nothing but these white walls – wouldn’t that be great?
Johansson’s Ghost series feels like a flat pack wall, a walled life-size version of a toolbox. I can only imagine experiencing this in some Japanese (because Japanese have a knack for detailing miniature things) boutique hotel, where everything you need and require for your stay is all within a wall (or a few) and every part of that wall would potentially be detached from the wall.
What would be behind the object? What would happen as one peeled away the complimentary shampoo’s, soaps, towels, beds, sofa chair, lamp, coffee table, bed to live your peripatetic life? A private versus public encounter, perhaps? The more you inhabit and interact with your walls, the more your privacy is peeled away at? What that affect the way you chose particular accessories?
Or what if this was your house? A house that was embodied in one, single wall and all you had was this all encompassing wall? And as the day wore on, you stretched out your living borders and boundaries by detaching objects and placing them around the simultaneously disintegrating wall.
And at the thought of impending loiters or thieves that fear introduces, you pack it all back into a wall so that you do not lose any of your possessions or fear of losing a small piece of the whole. Wouldn’t it just kill you to loose that one object. That one seemingly unimportant utensil of a chopstick that you lost, or was stolen, is now throwing the balance of the whole completely awry.
… I wouldn’t mind one.
It reminds me of the self-consuming BBQ BLDGBLOG presented a few weeks ago. It was a brilliant project.
