Alberte Rydahl

They/them

Danish, 2000

@alberte.rydahl

Thesis: Potentially useless: The fragile life of a trinket

A loud crash echoed from ceiling to wall to floor

And it might have seemed like an ending

or a beginning

But we were plotting long before

it is only that you remember the violent moment

clearer than the subtle

wiggles and whispers

It is now a moment after the shelf has fallen

and we are deemed useless.

With a practice of covering, recovering, uncovering, Alberte calls into question what the consequence of recognising and naming is. Are there objects without a name? What would happen to an object, or a body, if we stopped naming it?

Opposing the pedestal and hierarchy that follows, they ask;

What happens after the shelf has fallen?

Picking up leftover and abandoned things, altering their shape as a way of blurring the lines of once recognizable objects, accepting the collapse.

Ohhhh, I almost cannot wait.

I dig with my long nails. I can't see what's hiding inside.

I don't see (Know) what is living behind the surface, but I can hear you rummage

I carry you, sleep beside you, and cover you in slime.

Why will you not be in my world

my friend?

The sounds around me are not making sense

there is a world between yours and mine

We do not speak the same language yet.

I wish you would leave me alone

Give me a break, you are not even done incubating yet

If you were as tiny as me you probably would not be so evil

If i take some time

and leave the slime

And wait with the air in my lungs

we can make it for a little while