MAG N ET I C MA N
sculptures built by
Honza Zamojski
text written by
Marco Antonini
photos taken by
Bartosz G贸rka
Towering Asian skyscraper
What is an H-beam? Ask a metal building specialist: direct +01 631 831 0735 … (You ended up listening to some scratchy, looped aria didn’t you)
So long about the H-related, necessary information that moved your fingers on the dial So long about the towering feeling that this might actually be 3 inches tall, and after all: You’d rather hit a floor of individually wrapped Asian pears
Get some Chestnut Run Farms: (856) 769-2158 And call it a night.
This neat magnetic man was once a fellow’s best friend. It is said to have rested in the silk-lined pockets of his camel coat. To this day, its provenance remains a mystery of whispers and silent nods. A bond between the very few who care and those who think they know.
A symbol for prospective hazardous activities was designed by Lotte Eggers, grandmother of the scientist, in 1956. A slightly tilted square dominating a squat isosceles triangle of conjoining circles. All elements roughly sharing the same H×W ratio. This diminutive construction of polished metal shapes was found to be the first inspiration in Mrs. Eggers’ creative process and survived to present date, becoming accepted by historians as the original project maquette. The object presents minimal accumulations of residual metal dust. Unsigned. Undated.
A Grade-A Banana From Ecuador A Plum Theatrically sticking out Eight Heirloom Tomatillos (yum?) All in a small wooden box
This is square, and yet angles cut it at random points scattered diagonals jazz this boxy pearl
North South East and West reflected on its very matte surface the pegs mark the place where rupture happened
It weighs twenty-five grams 5+5+5 and a sealed letter with no return address to the kind attention of: a crooked nail lost in a coal miner’s tool bag
It looked all wound up (cool none the less) somehow busy talking to me I squinted my eyes as if I didn’t know it was my ears all along
Vocoder notes playing dominoes hard and soft catching up stuff leading to stuff
It also built up a torsion of circa 90-something degrees (vice versa) as I listened fondly a spindly sermon seemed to emerge between the shadowy recesses while exactly interlocking pieces slid on black salt dust
The ruin of its former state could not conceal the exquisite craft of its foundational structure
Wildly entangled at their origin, cables are neatly organized and encased in separate vertical conduits, projecting from this triple stacked platform. Different connections intersect at various highs, leading each cable to its horizontal destination. An easily replicable, modular construction provides the best solution for present and future connectivity needs in the designated area.
This kettle never whistles it stands stretched up, dark and gigantic casting shadows on table trinkets ripple cut chips and cracked naphthalene balls
Eighteen ribs and a knee-jerk handle spell its name loud and heavy for the rest of us to know
15 friends leave a party and stack their coasters high raucous display blueprint of whatever residual energy they had
they might as well be scrambled again (why not?) kicked around the hardwood floor to catch some dust and vodka
one of them fellows would no doubt turn around just so then ponder the mess, everyone else’s distant steps
and wish them all goodnight again
When trying to describe this, make a mental note of every detail, then print it out, and lock it in a drawer for a while. Tensions are painfully evident here, as imperfect attractions bind small elements to the frontal structure (itself an unconvincing stack of flimsy components). There is a hand, and probably a human mind, as certain anthropomorphisms suggest. It is wide enough to stand and balanced just so that a door slam could topple it. But nothing less.
Look who’s back the age of death of Jesus Christ in sign language
Pile its units up to solitary planes a breadcrumb trail of energy delays and void-like gaps that stand for presence *and/or* follow its descending line exactly where a famous mechanism once worked its wheels and clogs like restless insects grinding
Either way looks endless
This is useful ascending spine, or maybe the clockwork bit hidden by rubies in one of those shiny bright magazine shots It climbs right up to where your eye becomes a dark-grey square itself a cubist walrus nail (repeat) a flock of dreary seagull pills This is Aladdin Sane squarely out the lamp precisely where the needle ends it spells: “groove” and yet I wonder in what language (I’d rather not guess now) let’s just say it’s useful.
Simple pleasures: a stack of pharmaceutical catalogs balancing over a basket ball (cast in xyz metal) nailed to sweet, solid steel given a woman’s name made to stand its ground and last forever.
This publication accompanied the exhibition: Honza Zamojski – MDRNBDSM Bunkier Sztuki, Krakow, December 2012 – January 2013
printrun: 800 copies on Arctic Volume White 115 gsm 50 copies on Munken Print Cream 115 gsm
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2012 © Honza Zamojski, Marco Antonini, Bartosz Górka