Noplace, Oslo proudly presents:
Ég er typpið þitt
21.02.14 - 02.03.14
Opening: Friday 21.02.14, 20:00 - 23:30
Performance by Jóhanna Ellen and Tor Jørgen van Eijk at 23:00
Opening hours 14-17, Saturdays and Sundays
I’m Your Dick
With weird letters and shit.
In Mimesis and Alterity: A Particular History of the Senses (Routledge 1993), the anthropologist Michael Taussig discusses descriptions of two types of wooden turtle made by the Kuna “white” Indians of Panama. Medicine turtles are detailed and lifelike representations that one bathes with to acquire magical skill in hunting said animals. Decoy turtles on the other hand are crude likenesses carved from balsa wood that are used to actually hunt— attached to nets they attract male turtles. Taussig muses: “Is the decoy closer to the real turtle than the magically effective imitation? Or is the decoy closer to what the Indians think a real turtle thinks a real turtle looks like? —In which case why make the magical turtle-figures look so “real”?”
The Icelandic artist Jóhanna Ellen states in her exhibition title that she is my dick. Does she mean that she is my actual penis, or rather that she is my dick as in an asshole: a mimetic representation of myself as an unpleasant person?
Jóhanna Ellen is my decoy dick, the dick I attach to nets to distract from the hypocrisy of my calumnious truths. If she were my magical dick, the dick in my head, you would not be able to fit in the gallery —we use slander to hide our own shortcomings. Instead she becomes my inner dick, a ‘dickhead’, a crude imitation of an asshole, and points it right back at you.
photos: Jason Havneraas