Over 150 værker har siden 2010 fundet vej ind i Stine H. Bech og Claus B. Risvigs private kunstsamling. Nu kan offentligheden for første gang opleve udvalgte kunstværker fra samlingen, der tager publikum med på en tur gennem samtidskunsten. Med sit primære fokus på unge talenter fra både ind- og udland giver samlingen et indblik i den nye generation af kunstnere, som er med til at forme fremtidens kunstscene. Samlingen dækker bredt fra skulptur over maleri til litografi og silketryk med et gennemgående fokus på abstrakt-, minimalistisk- og konceptuel kunst. Ved åbningen vil Claus B. Risvig fortælle om parrets store passion for samtidskunst, og hvilke tanker de gør sig, når der skal erhverves nye værker til samlingen.

Udstillingen vises i perioden 20. august – 1. oktober 2017.
Åbningstider: Fredag kl. 12.00 – 16.00.
Lørdag og søndag kl. 11.00 – 17.00. Gratis adgang.

Exhibiting artists
- Ricardo Passaporte, Pedro Matos, Martin Lukac, Jenny Brosinski, Giuseppe De Mattia, Francesca Longhini, Grant Wells, Joshua Evan, Asger Dybvad Larsen, Søren Sejr, Gijs van Lith, Jonas Lund, Peter Mohall, Tove Storch, Andrew Birk, Steven Cox, David Stjernholm, Jon Pilkington, Matthew David Smith, Ted Gahl, James Krone, E.B. Itso, Wolfgang Voegele, Lea Guldditte Hestelund, Ethan Cook, Sophia Pompéry, Angelo Volpe, Magnus Thierfelder, Lorenzo De Angelis, David Rosado, Andreas Albrectsen, Rieko Hotta, Lazar Lyutakov, Jan S. Hansen, Adam Jeppesen, Morten Barker, Ismar Cirkinagic, Anders Bülow, Habib Farajabadi, Ryan Nord Kitchen, Francois Patoue, Cody Tumblin, John Knuth, Manuel Forte, Morten Knudsen, Charles Munka, Alexander Tillegreen, Antonio Della Corte & Alessandro Moroder

Dear Claus,

Stay alive

Sitting in a bush holding a dog’s paw
The spider web that swept in during the mystery of night
Leveling mountainsides
A blackberry seed caught between teeth

Solemn shivering rainstorm, clinched hands, fog rising, smoking under umbrella

A way to stare piercingly into each other

Humans breathing under cantilevers, through pouring water, hope reflecting from
everything, alone, together, looking

Screaming hard from the deepest part of your guts psychotic irrational primal breakneck
tarpaper spear dirtbath forevernap

Jaguar red indelible furious sunrise
One thousand mile diffuse effusive spiritual pine mountaintop
Infinite sapience eclipsing, collapsing

Spit crimson into the shower

Church organing Kawasaki serrate air chattering off the landscape

Worms curl in
Scuffed boat hull
Disparate granularity
Wavering teenage voices
Polynomial objectivity
Manic bliss
Mahler
Sludge
Fingerprints
Rocks

I heard once that life is a dream inside the mind of God.
Art is us telling ourselves that we are alive, inside this dream, inside this mad mind.
I dont give a fuck where we are- here in some philosophical solipsist I can hear birds at
5am take pharmaceutical h-dab in airports nod out typing and drink coffee wind is in trees
behind my head Im alive

Nothing about us is about stasis it is all about the language of life bursting in every
direction from every fucking thing

Love,

Andrew Birk