Aleksandar Gojković "Hommage pour Raymond Hains Orange, Jaune, Rouge", 1998, acrylique and aquarelle on canvas with matches, 24x30 cm each (black)
Ivan Veselin “Empty”, 2009, print on silk, 100 x 90 cm & Djordje Bojić “Tomorrow I Will Be Happy“, 2008, acquarelle on glass, dimensions variable
LGB slogan, circa 1995
Djordje Bojić “Zukunft II“, 2008, oil & varnish on canvas, 3x1,5 m
Matthias Nagry “Pillow No.1 Ann-Marie Johansen”, 2003, digital print on canvas with emroidery, 104x64 cm
Miloš Lubarda, Untitled, 2011, cutout words from "To Warmann" by Djordje Bojić, Broken Dimanche Press 2009
Djordje Bojić, Ohne Titel, 2008, ink and pencil on paper, 28x35,5 cm
Djordje Bojić „Kad sreća odlazi“/“When Happiness Leaves“, 2008, white lillies in 3 vases with water, dimensions variable
Galerie Gojković with Broken Dimanche Press present:
"Tomorrow I'll Be Happy": The LGB Group at Motto
Motto Berlin
Skalitzerstrasse 68
Kreuzberg, Germany
Djordje Bojić / Aleksandar Gojković / Miloš Lubarda / Elaine Pettifer / Ivan Veselin / Matthias Nagry
www.galeriegojkovic.com
“Thilo Sarrazin falls on LGB readymade, finds immense pleasure!”
If we live in LGB times as editor John Holten has suggested, then conversely Berlin is an LGB city. It is the LGB city par excellence. We come here crawling, dragging bags and homes and sit wistfully after a while thinking if we’ll ever return. But return is out of the question, because Berlin itself is a city of return. We get buggered. Or get STDs. We fall in and out of love. We hurt. We grow stronger.
Tomorrow I Will Be Happy is the first major outing of LGB art that Berlin has seen, which is, to put it mildly, surprising. But then it is less surprising when we consider that German audiences have indeed had chances to see LGB work before in west Germany. One more apparent contradiction: these artists would seem to have found success in every other part of Europe, wherever their gaze has fallen they have made friends. Now finally, it is the Berlin’s chance to welcome Djordje Bojić and co.
Life is not something that happens elsewhere; this exhibition shows us this, it is something that may not be contained in the present day, but that’s only because of our impatience. We are in Berlin. We must therefore be able to call its bluff on the everyday, we must be able to love here too. Love and happiness are not something to be attained through taking a plane. When things fall apart, when the centre shifts, we have books and friends. We have tomorrow, one more day in the city of endless days and endless nights.
For one day only we are all immigrants, we are all there, but also here, trying desperately, joyously, to be something we’re not.
— Hilde Brom
