This website features the work of Karin Wach, a German-born artist, writer and psychoanalytic psychotherapist living and working in England. Her work is concerned with loss, memory and transformation. Three major bodies of work engage with the changes occurring along the Thames through the “transformation of snapshot into medium into painting”. Individual artworks and installations explore other media and concerns.
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My solo exhibition Transformation 2.0 – Fotografische Objekte was to open in the Galerie der Burg Neustadt-Glewe, the oldest military castle in Mecklenburg, Germany in May 2020. Because of Corona Virus the exhibition was postponed. The good news is that it has now been rescheduled and will run from 12 June 2022 to 21 August 2022. The Private View (Vernissage) will take place on 12 June 2022 at 11.00 when the Bürgermeister(in) will open the exhibition.
The title Transformation 2.0 – Fotografische Objekte marks the changes that have taken place since 1993 when this cycle of work on the last industrial spice-grinding Mill, Butlers Wharf, London was first shown in London, Bristol and Hamburg under the title Transformation. Transformation 2.0 – Fotografische Objekte includes work which was not in the original exhibition.
The title also refers to the way I work with the single unedited photograph as my medium. From the multiples of one, rarely two photos I create an abstract image. These constructed images, mounted on board and framed under glass, explore through their formal layout and content the complexity of the industrial processes and the transformation of a working industrial mill into an enchanting Aladdin’s cave at the point of its closure. Plant/machinery/cogwheel and plant/spice/flower merge into one organic whole. My work invites the viewer to consider that something is irretrievably being lost.
The Burg Gallerie im Alten Haus
It is a particular joy to me, to bring this exhibition to Neustadt-Glewe, a delightful small town huggedby the river Elde. In this town my father and his two brothers grew up. Werner, the youngest was the first to die. He was 18. The war broke out and by the end of it, father’s parents had passed away and Otti, the middle son, never returned from the front. Father remained silent about himself and the town where he had briefly set up home as a newly wed man to a girl from Parchim a few kilometres away. Perhaps this exhibition will bring ‘home’ the family I never met; will transform loss and absence into living memory?
Millstone x 2
Multiples of one photograph on board
w 93 cm x h 123 cm
Framed under glass