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Taciturnly closing to day and some few words

The stunning work of Selavy Oh is closing today, those silently falling snowflakes only to be recalled in images.

Taciturn means: (Of a person) reserved or uncommunicative in speech; saying little. Taciturnly become for me a personal story, or rather a communicated memory because it lacks the coherent scenes of a narrative. Apart from one island on the side where you see some characters, perhaps one, in numerous actions.
First of all, I never spoke at school before seven years had passed, this I made a performance about some years ago called ”Post Silence”. I grew up on a small island, and noone seemed to care much about me not talking at school and it did not bother me either. I could then live fully out the fiction I had created. Besides, being a storyteller today, I think it was a good thing to spend 7 years as a listener.


When it comes to the island with the small sculpties, there is two stories going on. I wanted to have some personal impact by the impression of the big spheres falling down, and standing there looking at them, figuring out what intuitivly came to me, I suddenly got a glimpse of the tsunami. Not that I have experienced this, but the stories from 2004 also reached me of course. And I was on school tour jus after the catastrophe and some of the schools had lost some of their pupils.
As I was working in poser, figuring out the poses, I remembered my own childhood. My father was a psychopath. Violence was part of my early childhood, but fortunately my mother managed ”to escape” with us children before it was too late. I do not feel like a victim today, but it’s not something I go around and talk about. Nevertheless, it is a resource that can be used without being oppressive and some will feel the need to comfort or similar. But it is also important to be observant of what it sets off in others.


The silence was the theme of this installation, and when I looked for character it came to me immediately, as I remembered the book, the horrifying personal story ”When rabbit howls”. The character got something that could be interpreted as a bunny, with my limited creating skills.
These impressions was just hinted in the installation, and hopefully it was so open that it could be interpreted as something completely different.

Taciturnly 2nd installation opens 6th of April

The main artpiece in this installation is made by Selavy Oh.

Selavy Oh has been created as an avatar in the virtual world of Second Life in February 2007. Since then, she has contributed work to various curated and uncurated projects, such as Brooklyn Is Watching, the Museo del Metaverso, «Kiss The Sky», and ARENA. Selavy presented work in several solo shows including Arthole Gallery, ArtSpace at Design Island, IBM exhibition space, and East of Odyssey. Her work was among the 30 best of year 1 of Brooklyn Is Watching in 2009, and she was selected to participate in the exhibition“Brooklyn is Watching Best of Year 1: The Final Five” displayed at the Brooklyn gallery «Jack The Pelican Presents». She participated in collaborative projects such as DC Spensley’s ZeroG SkyDancers, performed together with Misprint Thursday and Jeremy Owen Turner, and did ad-hoc installations together with Alan Sondheim, Ichibot Nishi, and Gazira Babeli. From January to May 2009, she was artist-in-residence at Nur Moo’s sim Formes Nocturnes. In 2011, she received the Yoshikazeresidency and the LEA land grant.


Her latest big installations include a collaborative work with Roy Ascott, Elif Ayiter, and Max Moswitzershown in Seoul, Korea in 2010, and at the ISEA 2011 in Istanbul, Turkey, her residency work CONSTRUCT shown at Humlab, University of Umeå, Sweden, and the installation for the LEA land grant (see Exhibitions).
Her work has been covered in several blog posts and podcasts.


The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:—ah, that horrible,
Horrible throbbing!