Tom Haugomat - http://tomhaugomat.tumblr.com
Editorial
Summary
We send it there :
Hello,
An exquisite corpse of the differents artists in this issue.
The different places in the world where we send the quarterly newspaper Errratum.
Errratum is a free paper, produced on a quarterly basis, 12 colored pages, A3 printing. We have been diffused not only in France but also in Germany, in the United States, in Japan and wherever we could send it all around the world. Our goal is to share art with public, galleries, libraries, freely in the whole world. Diffuse it, share it, swap it with your customers, or friends... Contact us if you are interested in participating to the next issue: send us your work. Technical constraints : A3 format, page set up : portrait, quadricolor, 300DPI. Dead-Line : 1st October. We look forward to hearing from you. Errratum.
Publishing Director : Pierre -Louis Bouvier Co-editor : Elodie Frénehard Graphic design : Pierre-Louis Bouvier Free - Printed in 1000 copies .................... / 1000 INTERNATIONAL EDITION ISSN : 2268-3259
BELGIUM Le comptoir Absl en Neuvice 20 4000 Liège
GERMANY
USA
Rotation Boutique Weinbergsweg 3 10119 Berlin
Desert Island 540 Metropolitan Avenue Brooklyn, NY 11211
FRANCE
Neurotitan Rosenthaler Strasse 39 10178 Berlin
303 Gallery 507 W 24th St New York, NY 10011
Do you read me ?! Auguststrasse 28 10117 Berlin - Mitte
6 Decades Books 265 Canal Street #210 New York, NY 10013
Do you read me ?! Potsdamer Strasse 98 10785 Berlin - Tiergarten
Artbook - Moma PS1 22 - 25 Jackson Avenue Long Island City, NY 11101
LO/A 17 rue Notre Dame de Nazareth 75003 Paris
This issue has been signed by : ...........................................................
OFR 20 rue Dupetit-Thouars 75003 Paris Duo 24 rue du marché Popincourt 75011 Paris
JAPON
All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or part without written permission is strictly prohibited.
L’Attrape Rêves 15 rue Jean Macé 75011 Paris
journalerrratum@gmail.com https://facebook.com/journalerrratum http://www.journalerrratum.com
La Karambole 10 rue Hégésippe Moreau 75018 Paris Le 104 5 rue Curial 75019 Paris
http://www.vingtiemeheure.com
10 rue Hégésippe Moreau 75018 Paris
Böckhstraße 40 / 10967 Berlin
La Cour des Miracles 51 rue froide 14000 Caen
Nanzuka Underground 3-1-15-2F Shirokane Minatoku 108-0072 Tokyo Kenji Taki 3-18-2-102 Nishi-Shinjuku 160-0023 Tokyo Museum of Contemporary Art 4-1-1 Miyoshi, Koto-Ku 153-0063 Tokyo Tokyo Opera City Art Gallery 3-20-2 Nishi-Shinjuku 163-1403 Tokyo
La Fermeture Éclair 23 Quai François Mitterrand 14000 Caen
CANADA
La Gâterie 17 Place du Marché 85000 La Roche sur Yon
Librairie Drawn & Quarterly 211 Bernard Ouest, Montreal, Quebec H2T 2K5
Bien Urbain & Super Señor 8 - 10 Avenue de Chardonnet 25000 Besançon Hello Brooklyn 14 Rue Romarin 69001 Lyon
UNITED KINGDOM Kemistry gallery 43 Charlotte Road Shoreditch London EC2A 3PD
Happening La Karambole Evening party where Errratum artists were invited to draw inside consumer outline picture.
Exhibition EMB Sannois Exhibition, on tv screens in the concert Hall of EMB sannois, of the different illustrations made by Errratum artists.
Exhibition "Erratum galerie" Invitation of the Erratum galerie to exhibit some artists who performed during the vernissage.
"Erratum Galerie" http://erratumgalerie.tumblr.com/
Image is nothing, angst is everything A solo exhibition by Norwegian artist Sindre Brusselmans. http://damiensayer.tumblr.com/ The show comprimises of new works dealing with angst, love, sexuality, self-image as an artist and resignation and apathy towards the state of the art world, and the world in general. However, these big themes are dealt with, with humour and a carelessness Brusselmans feels is lacking in a lot of the art of his contemporaries. “Images are not a world of their own, but an undressing of our true being”. His large scale lighbox-paintings exist somewhere between commercial bilboards, expressionism and minimalism. We are looking forward to seeing you at the opening. the mandatory drinks will of course be provided. for private viewings please contact us throught the details provided below.
Life is funny but not ha ha funny Damien Sayer http://cargocollective.com/brusselmans The work of Damien Sayer has its roots in the Paris suburbs. For 5 years, DS has photographed his family, friends or people he meets; his small format-pictures remain simple documentary pages: simple facts or portraits recorded on a sheet of paper. More recently, Sayer has also begun painting on these documents. This started out, at first, just as corrections (correcting closed eyes in a portrait for example). Then, pushing the idea further, he added cinematographic special effects, patterns, an explosion, fire… These “low-tech” effects, done with watercolors, puncture the documentary status of the pictures. For his images to exist on the wall, Sayer uses low-grade materials such as cardboard, tarpaulin or spray paint to occupy the space. These materials not only affect the way the images are hung, but interplay with the realism on display in his documents.
What’s new in the "Erratum galerie"? Past & future exhibitions.
4
Rain of fire Writer: Marc Hoffmann - Translation: Christian Steinmetz
Night had just fallen in outpost 924 in the south district.The giant screen ornamenting the dome around the city was finally showing artificial stars and drowning the family capsules in a veil of darkness. As of 2300, the airlocks leading into the district would deliver 10’000 volts to any would - be intruder... and yet, this was not a high security district, merely living space“ as defined by the recent legislature to have passed the council vote in this year 4050. In one of the capsules, however, a man was getting dressed, slipping on blue coveralls, groggy and insomniac after a long day at his post in space surveillance centre B3. He halted, midmotion. „Why did that red warning light just flicker on?“ he wondered, hoping it wouldn’t be yet another Cicada attack. Nervously, he fumbled for a narcotic stick, lit it, and imbibed its fumes as best he could in the draft of the turbines, hoping for the sedatives mixed with the oxygene to relieve his stressed nerves... It would take the soldiers some time to fetch him in any case. His mind’s eye wandering, he contemplated the dome and the events of the night thus far. As far as memory would permit it, he reviewed scenes of galactic battles well-known throughout the universe ever since shortly after the discovery of the new solar system. In those early days, they had been sent on pest control missions against „oversized bugs“, as the Cicadas were known then for their maroon carapaces and long, spiny black extremities. Maybe this resemblance was why nobody suspected the extent of their technological achievements and military prowess until it was unleashed in a fury that rivalled the appetite of destruction of any black hole.
Jim told them about the mission and the base it had set up, trying not to frighten the children. It would be their destination, at least for the night. The real night, this time. The first true night for these children who had known only the dome and its simulated stars. Jim reluctantly punched the exploration mission’s coordinates into the ship’s computer, desperatelyhoping the rumors he had heard about it would prove exaggerated. He needed to give the kids some hope to cling to, to keep them calm. When they had gone to sleep, he kept typing away at the console, trying to obtain any more information on the attack on Earth 3. The screen showed him data he had difficulty believing: the planetary crust was supposedly still intact and there were still people alive down there, as indicated by thermal scans that Cicadas wouldn’t show up on, giving off as little body heat as they did. Space was silent as death itself, and Jim would never have thought to share it with two young children... The ship’s computer continued scanning the databses of general command, and revealed other space ships that had tried to take off and make for the space port, yet only a single one seemed to have made it out. Undoubtedly that of administrator Connors, the head honcho of Earth 3, yet of his mission, there was nothing to be found.
***
***
At 2212, the vehicle should have been there long since. What was going on? Surely just yet another problem over at headquarters, not surprising with that imbecile Colonel Schwarz in command, the type to always follow proper procedures no matter what, and require triplicate forms before any soldier could scratch his arse. At 2230, still no word. He hadn’t noticed when the night sky on the screen outside had started flickering. He took notice, however, when it started fizzling audibly, and giving off sparks. Even the air turbines had started slowing down. This time, something serious was going down for certain! He rushed inside his capsule and tried to call headquarters: no response. In this kind of situation, there was but one proper procedure: bail! He ran to the section grid separating the districts, found it deserted, and managed to pry open the lock with disturbing ease. When he made it to the primary hangars, there was not a soul in sight. At 2300, there should have been guards here on a quiet night, and a bustle of soldiers if not.
For Jim, the unchanging endless night without was as good a moment as any to shut his eyes for a bit, and within moments, he was fast asleep, exhausted as he was. In the adjoining compartment, Alice opened an eye, nudged her brother with an elbow, and they talked in low whispers: – What do you want, Alice? Don’t you want to sleep for a bit? – I’m afraid to keep my eyes closed.. We could die in our sleep... The wall could give way... – That’s a nasty thought! At least, if we die, let it be with our eyes closed... – Say, you think we should tell him? – No, not yet. Let’s wait until the space station, before would be too dangerous. You think this is the moment to tell him we’re not the simple children he thinks us to be? He’d panic, and sell us to the first guy we cross! – You’re right, Jules... Can I cuddle against your shoulder? – Of course, but only if you shut up about the mission, okay?
***
***
Yet when he climbed into an emergency vehicle, his steps were the only sound to pierce the oppressive silence. And when he looked up, he understood: The protective membrane that sheltered the city had failed, and in but little time people in all the districts would end up suffocating or being devoured by Cicadas. He scrambled into the cockpit, hammered away at the command console, and got the vessel to lift off without incident. As he reached orbit, he looked back on the horrifying spectacle that was the destruction of his planet, Earth 3. By now, a swarm of Cicada assault ships was blasting away at the planet’s surface with devastating effect. Before long, they would have pulverised any trace of human occupancy, if they didn’t end up blowing up the planet altogether. He jumped at the sound of movement behind him. His laser pistol drawn, he barged into the adjoining compartment.. And came upon the neighbour’s kids, cowering in the corner. Alice and Jules, 10 years old at most.
The little escape vessel had been gaining distance as fast as its engines could, but the Cicadas had spotted it. Curiously, when the report reached their fleet’s command ship, no order of pursuit was given. It has to be said that, in space, they were feared by any creature anxious to remain alive, and in any case, this tiny craft lacked the range to ever make it wherever their futile escape was headed. When it landed softly near the exploratory mission, the ship’s computer sounded a blast that would have woken the dead: here they were! Jim found the base to be much the same as he had left it years earlier, crammed into a better glass bubble. It had all imaginable comforts: a garden, a house made of imitation wood. It had to be said that the chief researcher wasn’t just anybody: Professor Malia Mathews, the daughter of a member of the High Galactic Council. Another reason to explain Jim’s growing anxiety was the fact that Malia was his ex. A short session typing away at the console later, her face appeared on the screen, beautiful as ever...
***
***
– What’s going on, uncle Jim? asked the tembling voice of Alice. – Kids, we’ve lost our planet. Earth 2 and Earth 1 are too far for us to reach in this. And with you here, our oxygen reserves will start to run out within 48 hours... – We’re going to die then? Jules’s fatalism sounded wrong in a voice so young, betraying the fear his resignation was trying to mask. – There’s a space station within range, the «Green Star». It’s a den of bounty hunters and mercenaries, but we might find transport to one of the planets in our good old solar system there... Or maybe... – Maybe what, uncle Jim? asked Alice at last. – There’s another planet within range that seems to have a breathable atmosphere. An exploratory mission was sent out, and I wonder, if...
– Jim? What are you doing here? – Earth 3 blew up. – Sh*t! Hang on, I’ll open the magnetic locks for you. – Thanks Malia. Jim had to content himself with the barest minimum, it had been years since they had last spoken. Behind him, the kids stared at the base in wideeyed wonder. ***
Houillère & Vigourt, "Aspiration cosmique", http://lesvalsesmanuelles.tumblr.com/
5
Robert Deutsch, http://robertdeutsch.blogspot.de
6
Pierre-Louis Bouvier, "Rainy Day"
7
Atelier FP7, http://atelierfp7.fr
fig. 02 : f条dp7 sp条ac条ae lo条mgo
fig. 01 : th条e条c sh条ad条bow
k条i fig. 03 : th条e条c ra条st条ra条 ro条c条ake条t条rT
fig. 04 : Sagit条Tariu条ss
f条d u条s pr条oj条hec条at : Co条l条jOr条 Ra条IN t条ar条pge条ct条 : Sagit条Tariu条ss Sp条her条poi条gda条l Ga条la条x条y
a > a条 > a条 b > b条 > b条 c > c条 > c条a d > d条 > d条b e > e条 > e条c F > f条 > f条d g > g条 > gଃĀ h > h条 > h条瑐 i > i条 > i条g j > j条 > j条h k > k条 > k条i l > l条 > l条j m > m条 > m条k
n > n条 > n条l o > o条 > o条m p > p条 > p条n q > q条 > q条o r > r条 > r条p s > s条 > s条q t > t条 > t条r u > u条 > u条s v > v条 > v条t w > w条 > w条u x > x条 > x条v y > y条 > y条w z > z条 > z条x
9
fig. 05 : Co条mlor条 ra条in条l
fig. 06 : ey条es条q
fig. 07 : r条ai条gn
fig. 08 : wa条v条te
Color (se条 spel条ing dif条erences) is the条 vis条qual pe条rce条cptu条al prop条erty cor条espon条ldin条g in hu条ma条ns to th条瑐e c条aat条ego条rie条cs cal条ed red条b, blu条se, yel条o条mw, gre条n and others. Color deri条gves fr条om the spec条atrum of条d light (dis条qtrib条uti条on of l条ight po条mwer versu条s wavelen条lgth) in条ter条pactin条lg in th条e eye条c with th条e spe条cctr条al sen条siti条vitie条cs of the条c ligଃĀht recep条nto条mrs. Rain is条 liq条oui条d wa条ter条 i条gn the条 form of条 dro条mplets tha条t条r h条瑐av条e cond条ben条ls条ed fro条mm at条mo条mspher条ic w条uat条er条p vapor and the条n pre条cipitated—that is, be条ccom条ke heav条y enough to fal条 under gravity. Rai条gn is条q a maj条or条p com条kponen条t of the条 wate条cr cycle an条d is respon条sible fo条r depositing most of th条e fr条pes条h w条uate条r on the Ea条rth. It pr条povid条bes suita条ble con条ditions f条dor条 many types of ec条aos条qyst条rems, as条 we条l条 as条q wa条ter条 fo条r h条ydrœlect条ric po条mwer p条nla条n条lts an条d crop ir条igation.
atelier fp7
fig. 09 : Co条mlor条 ra条in条l
Small Studio, http://www.smallstudio.fr
10
AmaĂŤl Isnard, "Happy Drop", http://www.amaelisnard.com
11
Tomek Plonka, "Mouse", http://infernalcollection.com
13
Jenna Haugmard, jenna.haugmard@gmail.com, https://www.facebook.com/BonjourMichelDesign
14
Virginie Morgand, http://www.virginie-morgand.com
15
Jessica Schein, http://www.jessicaschein.fr
16