And just like that, this year's Millerntor Gallery with so much love and art is over. She had only just begun. Crazy world.
It was my first Millerntor Gallery with its own large exhibition wall and although I have followed the last ones intensively with my camera, this time it was different. This nervous tension about whether everything will be finished on time, coupled with seemingly limitless support from others, is a special experience. And a very beautiful one. Many thanks at this point to my helpers Eberhard, Björn, my love and everyone from the Millerntor Gallery.
An hour before the opening, I didn't think everything would be finished - and suddenly the whole exhibition lit up. A great experience.
There were so many incredible highlights to experience and so much love to feel in these 5 days - from the pre-opening to the end on Sunday - that a list always remains incomplete. The reunion of the travel companions from Uganda and Nepal was absolutely part of it. The concert with Frittenbude – finally in the vicinity of FC St. Pauli – was a long-time wish of mine and it was outstanding, the ballroom right down to the last row to dance to see. The improvised concert by Irie Révolté in the Süd exhibition corridor was also wonderful - with DJ Mad on the controls, a ghetto blaster as a replacement speaker and a microphone for two. Rarely have I seen so closely that everyone involved had so much fun. And how often can you dance with the musicians at a concert…
In addition to the short-term events, there was of course a lot of permanent things to see. At the South I was impressed by the art of “The Dixons“ from Berlin was exceptionally well received. A spray-painted fish sandwich, which was created in a few hours with astonishing precision. Shraddha Shrestha from Kathmandu conjured up a beautiful and yet sad contemporary work of art on the South. In addition, El Bocho with a fine line and the Kuttique with delicious drinks. The hearing world of the Millerntor made Kymat visible.
There was even more art on the main floor. Formed there Jobray Writer from Uganda, Jens Keller from Mannheim with a ruler of the seas in the hands of man, Andreas Preis from Berlin and the Swiss Kaspar Wyss optical highlights. As well as Max Birkl, who only use a brush and a pot of black paint, while SutoSuto screen printed their picture on the wall. Bingo with street art trains from Under Pressure were the main crowd puller. I hope you all also saw the living room under the back straight. In addition to interesting readings and performances, there were also great analogue photographs Julian Furones to see. You can see from this incomplete list how diverse the art at Millerntor Gallery #7 was.
With the response of my exhibition wall to the project “Typical GermanI was also very satisfied with the "Mirror" puzzle. People often stood in front of it, discussing things. I had expected beforehand that the pictures of passports, which were supposed to be matched to faces in a playful way, would be stolen. But why was the Dutch passport not stolen at all, but the Russian passport was stolen five times? A number of people tried to arrange passports and portraits - I never saw anyone who got more than two correct. Ultimately, of course, that wasn't the point, which is why there is no solution here. The only thing that was important to me was the food for thought, even if that must be much less in the St. Pauli area.
I then also experienced art on my own body, which Max Birkl - who impressed me with his skill on the VcA trip to Nepal - beautified. My love captured this photographically.
The final picture made it clear once again how many people this art exhibition has lovingly connected with each other. A wonderful experience to be there. I'm already looking forward to the next one. But now I'm going to catch up on a few hours of sleep...
Thank you for the beautiful pictures and jeaaah and this time I was there for the final picture. Goes into my collection.
LG
Semra