HEAD OF ROSES
NOW IN CPH ZURICH
Anna Katharina Scheidegger – ICE SCULPTURE OF OWN HEAD – SILICON MOULD – HEAD OF ROSES
C-print 2017 (a photographic print made from a colour negative or slide)
An impoverished, fractured guitar it was, five strings and cracks in its body. A scrap piece in this world here but there in the India of those teenage years a rare pearl. Between swigs of gin and drags of weed (not a recommendation) my fingers found it easier to push down harder and harder on those metal strings and I learnt to play and sing a Peter Sarstedt (died exactly a year ago) song that followed me around in my head like a dog. When I saw this work of Anna Katharina’s a year ago I just stood there and from somewhere far, far away it just flooded me again and sentimental me found my eyes welling with tears:
But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
I don’t think I have ever asked a woman (and I am not drawing any gender conclusions here) the question: What are you thinking? I have however been asked the question and I must admit (as far as I can remember) only by women (again my life!) – what are you thinking?
Man or woman, if there is one thing that bewilders me the longer I live – this utter loneliness of the head! I can’t look into yours and you cannot look into mine. Just all this gigantic solitude!