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An attempt to transform an old GDR-garage into a holy space.


A month long Garage Art -residency and exhibition by Art Natulis. A rare opportunity to do what ever desired to a space, that would be demolished soon after the exhibition

MORPH! 2012

Exhibition was held in Melbourne, April 2012.
Exploring the themes of humans encounters and relations with animals. I was focusing on the metamorphosis, change from a human form into an animal, showing it through anatomical studies as well as metaphors and narratives. Questions asked were: How do we feel about animals, do we belong in the same space, city, society, time? What if we actually want to be one of them rather than being humans?


The room has a table with a small plant on it, and a chair, and outside of the room another table. Two monitors are playing video loops, one which is showing a woman´s face. She is mumbling, smiling, just staring and laughing. Other one is showing a woman writing on a notebook when a hand comes and rips the book and a pen from her and then quite soon gives them back so that she can continue writing.

Under the table is a character called Turo. Turo got his name from a Finnish company Turo Tailor that manufactures men´s wear. I heard they moved their factories to China. Turo has also a brother, Turo, who is trying to hide under the chair.
The walls are covered with two types of papers. Yellow one is a work contract. I have 25 originals, all made between years 2005 and 2007 for the same company, different task and different reasons. Most of the contracts are signed for only one or two days, one is for 3 months. The other paper is the one you get when Finnish National Pension Institute decides to give you money or rejects your application (to get study or child support or for your rent or when your unemployed or anything) or when they want you to give back the money they paid for you (two years ago). Paper says that you have a right to appeal.


Sounds like a deal for me. You call when ever there is work to be done. I come, I do my job and you pay me so that I can survive until you call me again. But what if something goes wrong? Suddenly I don't hear from you, or you ask for a one day but insist to stay for three or you demand me to quit when I haven't finished yet. And what if I get ill? Again I'm forced to eat paper and run through the endless corridors of an office building trying to reach an official who is willing to talk with me only in telephone. Who claimed that Kafka is dead?

8/5/230 2007

The video is projected into used pots with some oat porridge on the bottom. Porridge shimmers nicely when it’s warm but gets dry and brown during the day. Next morning is time to make new porridge, eat it and go to work.

This installation was part of the solo exhibition:  “Jättömaa – Wasteland”

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