inner yard — KATHARINA MICHALSKY

KATHARINA MICHALSKY

is a Berlin-based artist who explores the interplay between media as a carousel that spins between senses. She conceptualizes her work as emotional gardening. This takes form as a fusion of drawing, painting, sound, and spoken word.

Drawing

01. onion skin series,
various scales, paint ball on onion skin paprer, 2021

Painting

01. veiling hope,
125 x 175 cm, oil on canvas, 2023

02. void the cloud,
105 x 175 cm, oil on canvas, 2022

03. dream wither,
175 x 105 cm, oil on canvas, 2022

04. hyper dreaming,
125 x 175 cm, oil on canvas, 2023

05. dysfunctunal,
125 x 175 cm, oil on canvas, 2023

words & sound

01. inner yard,
in search of overwhelming banality group show, 2022

INNER YARD

2022_03_Overwhelming Banality - OMS

Patio

Cool me down or style me up.

but not being alone anymore makes it happen to joy

We enjoy the shared sounds

Every morning

To wait the sun to whirl

The warmth down

Every night

To listen to the sleep to

Whirl the freedoms up.

the distance~ matter of your thoughts ~ that circle around a meaning ~ makes it sense.

faces the sounds ~ we are protected

by your intimacy of the inner yard.

Cool me down or style me up ~

~ Language has its taste an it’s lasts,

but then there are these moments who are crossing its capacity and u do not know where it’s placed . Not being left alone in that yard ~ long for these in the space which produce their language in a chaotic way.

Never enough is the spirit of restless.~continuing ~ for the inwards where the space called a mind wants to go to the outside world. Where are you?

On behold ~ to pause for ~ a behold ~ reaching out ~ on a behold ~ to gather ~ behold take me on behold.

music

on holding

to continue

~hold on

~slightly

~stairs the melody up~

to drift with us~

Beholden is the reflection of fledder clouds in the artificial pool. Found in your Yard.

So a fish is craving for a flow.

it will hold on ~

Hold on for the moment that comes tomorrow in another way that will be you.

Is my head cloudy does my heart hurt or am I still sleeping? Everything foggy.

It flipped away.

But me sitting in the patio slowly getting some ground , to be asked for and be thankful.

Dear friend, we started talking here, and I left screaming
at the museum where the tragedy is masked.
Y esterday was released.

imagine the music to be drawn

soften your thoughts

but be able to go

to go to the

outside

of the inner yard

of boredom

still fancys.

let the stones here been told

tell them in an active way

how warm it is under the sun.

gluck gluck of the pigeon

in the balcony facing the inner yard

see you on the other side of the ocean

see you tomorrow

in a light green with a blue glow.

we look up

we look down

just dripping a finger in normality.

words by Katharina Michalsky

@katharina.michalsky