Chapter IV : The Gas Bill

Keywords: humour, laughter, crying, Bergson, antisemite, racism, political correctness, death

The multidisciplinary work is a fictional tale about alternative possible future where intolerant claim tolerant to be intolerant due their constant will to notify intolerant being intolerant when discriminating other beings based on loose assumptions, stereotypes and pure ignorance that might be spawning from a slight fear to really meet person with a different background. Ever decreasing time to actually question personal world views in a fruitful conversation becomes less and less kosher, and laughter is overruled with serious self-believe in personal truth that sadly, but truly is just a small fragment of the whole picture, which can be only exposed by allowing oneself to step back from the control room and allow new information to be introduced. Yes it is soothing and increases understanding. Less paranoia, less conspiracy theories and more laughter under the cosmos.

The work is part of Benri Hergson legacy theories and An Dallon illusion disturbance project for masters of Artist without home. The subject matter glorifies once again will to be misunderstood and crying about it, because always hallucinating private investigator Peri-Lekka Ainonen has will to unlearn out of bad habits. 

דן אלון וארי-פקה לינונן / Dan Allon and Ari-Pekka Leinonen

פתיחה: 27 ליולי, 2017, 20:00 / 2017 ,27 Opening: July

גלריה תאטרון החנות, רחוב העלייה 31, תל אביב /Hanut Gallery, Haaliya 31 Street, Tel Aviv

אוצרת: טלי קיים / Curator: Tali Kayam

עונת התערוכות ושיתופי הפעולה בגלריה תיאטרון החנות נסגרת עם תערוכה זוגית החוקרת את גבולות ההומור בזמנים שבהם מצד אחד אסור לומר את המילה נאצי ומצד שני מבשרים את מות הפוליטיקלי קורקט.

הוויטרינות של גלריה תיאטרון החנות יצופו בבדיחות שואה מצוירות על ידי דן אלון, הפועל בברלין בשנתיים האחרונות. כחובב סטנדאפ מושבע, בחר אלון, אמן רב תחומי המתעניין ביחסים שבין החוויה האנושית לנרטיב ואסתטיקה, בחומרים שנויים במחלוקת וסיטואציות מגוחכות עד כאב. הוא מציב אותנו הצופים בפני דילמה טעונה: האם לצחוק, לבכות או לכעוס? הדימויים מעוצבים כקריקטורות על גבי כרזותומשתמשים באלמנטים מזיכרון השואה

אבל גם מהמרחב הישראלי והגרמני העכשווי כמו נקניקיות ומשחקי ילדים.

העוברים והשבים לא יוכלו להתעלם מנוכחותן של הבדיחות ברחוב ואף יתבקשו לקחת חלק במוצגים; בפינת כל דימוי יופיע קוד QR שניתן לסרוק כדי להגיע לערוץ יוטיוב המציג קטעים מתוך תכנית טלוויזיה חתרנית שיצר אמן הווידאו והסאונד ארי-פקה ליינונן. במהלך קטעי הווידאו הקצרים – אשר יוצרים עבודת וידאו אחת בת כחצי שעה, הופך ליינונן לשתי דמויות: הפילוסוף הצרפתי הנרי ברגסון, שביקש להבין מהו הצחוק ותהה מה צפון ביסודו של המצחיק (ומכונה בסרט ברני הרגסון המשנה תפקידים ודמויות). והאמן הפישראלי אן דלון (היפוך שמו של דן אלון) אשר מסביר מדוע יצר ציורים פוגעניים אלה ומה מניע אותו בדרכו האמנותית. ליינונן עצמו תוהה בקטעי הוידיאו עד כמה מעורבו תו בתערוכה כיוצר פיני יכולה להתקבל על דעתו של הצופה הישראלי שעשוי לראות בו אנטישמי ובכל

אופן זר ולא ראוי להגיב בנושאים בעלי רגישות בתודעה הלאומית הישראלית .

התערוכה הזוגית "חשבון הגז" מהווה פרק רביעי בסדרת תערוכות שיצרו צמד האמנים דן אלון וארי-פקה ליינונן במסגרת הפרויקט האמנותי המשותף Bad Research. הפרויקט הוצג בברלין, מדריד ותל אביב, משלב קטעי רדיו, אנימציה, איור ווידיאו מבוססי נרטיב היסטורי, אסתטיקה יחסית, תיאטרליות ואבסורד.

https://www.bad-research.com

דן אלון (נ. 1982) – חי ופועל בברלין, גרמניה. בוגר תואר ראשון מהמחלקה לתקשורת חזותית בשנקר ותוכנית לימודי ההמשך במדרשה לאמנות בית ברל. הציג תערוכות יחיד וקבוצתיות בתל אביב, ונציה, בלגרד, לונדון מדריד, קזבלנקה ועוד .

ארי-פקה לינונן (נ. 1988) – חי ופועל בהלסינקי, פינלנד. בוגר תואר ראשון בלימודי תרבות אודיו- ויזואלית מהפקולטה לאמנויות באוניברסיטת לפלנד ותואר שני בסאונד וניו מדיה מאוניברסיטת אלטו בפינלנד. הציג בתערוכות יחיד וקבוצתיות בהלסינקי, טוקיו, מדריד וקזבלנקה.

 

This exhibition ends the summer-season at Hanut Gallery and Theater. The show investigates the borders between aesthetic, humor and street art, at a period saying the word “Nazi” is illegal in Israel, and the politically correct is officially dead. The vitrines of the theater (which usually shows children theatrical shows) are covered with holocaust joke cartoons drawn by Dan Allon, an avid stand-up comedy fan, and an artist who is interested in human experience when related to aesthetics. The drawings make the humor somewhat ridiculous but very painful, as he provokes us with a dilemma: are they funny just because it’s in an artistic context? Should we laugh, cry or be upset? The drawings appear to look like cartoons, referring to Nazi Cartoon (Der Stürmer) and children drawings, to give the historical depth but also to disguise them as innocent. 

 

SCAN THE QR CODE FOR VIDEO! 

 

The spectators will not be able to ignore their on-street presence and will also be requested to participate: next to the drawings there is a QR code which imports a video done by AP Leinonen. The video looks like a multi-character TV show, and Leinonen hosts it as “French Philosopher Berni Hergson” and “Fishraeli artist An Dallon.” While real philosopher Henri Bergson was intrigued by humor, in the movie, he changes roles and characters. Leinonen also reflects on "how funny can holocaust jokes be while told by a Finnish artist, and when do they become anti-semitic?". 

Where are most of the humour? In the ashtray

Why did the humour use ovens? To try out new pastries

Which show the kids watch in the humour? Train of surprises

Two humours fight. One throws a soap on the other. The other says:” Hey leave my mom out of it!

I saw humour dying. Humour walked down the street. It didn’t feel good. It collapsed to cry. “Nobody was anymore laughing” it said as its last words.

 

I saw humour dying. All humour could do was to cry. On the road of tears rocks pulled it down. To one who fall is not anymore laughed at. The one 

 

I saw humour dying. Humour was raised up in the third day. In the atmosphere nobody was laughing. Humour did not want to die. Did laughter kill me it asked?

 

I saw humour dying. Humour could not comment why it died. It only said that there was no reason to laugh.

 

I saw humour dying. It was prisoned and alianated. Crime of humour was irresponsible laughter.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour tried for once more illuminate hidden. The guards took the torch, broke it and beat the humour to the ditch to suffer.

 

I saw humour dying. Senseless took humour as their hostage. Nobody wanted to save humour. Senseless had taken the power.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour walked past me in the street. I started to laugh. Humour told me not to laugh “there’s no more humour.”

 

I saw humour dying. Humour disappeared from us. Humour realised that it had hurt  so many by being unthoughtful.

I saw humour dying. I could not do anything else but cry. Cry and laughter springs from same source?

 

I saw humour dying. It happened slowly. Humour drank itself to death. Every laugh extended length of life.

 

I saw humour dying.

Humour was sorry for all the the misery it has caused between people before taking cyanide.

It said  “I taught you to assume, what something seemed to be, because I thought it was humour.”

 

I saw humour dying. It happened in the silence. Humour was left alone responsible for its actions. It was forgotten as inappropriate.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour was paralyzed on the street. Nobody helped. Humour had helped nobody.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour was representing intolerance to advance tolerance. Humour was misunderstood. Humour was thrown to water as a witch.

Which sign is in front of humour? Be careful with the step

I saw humour dying. It was lifted on top of firewoods. Humour was too open. Wood burned fast.

 

I saw humour dying. It was driven over the border. Nobody talked about humour anymore.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour’s mouth was blocked with tape. Words transformed into sounds. Sounds made people fall asleep.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour pushed boundaries. Borders were not open.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour turned on the light. The revelation was despised. The lamp was shot with a shotgun.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour said hello. Enterntainment punched humour in the face.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour’s debt grew. Humour had to sell out.

 

I saw humour dying. The enigmatic nature of humour was inappropriate for our time. We were too hasty with humour.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour defended truth laughter as its weapon. Laughter was not heard in front of the army of untruth.

 

I saw humour dying. Humour opened its mouth and said wrong.  Don’t do wrong said others.

Serious to humour: “Are you a humour?” Humour to Serious: “No I am a sheriff”

What did  humour do when he ran out of battery? Run to an electric fence.

How do you call a heartbreaker in the humour? Humourdon Juan

Which show was popular in the humour? That’s it!!!

What is worse than a half of an apple with a worm? The humour.

Where is most of the humour? In the atmosphere

Which is the best supermarket in the humour? SUPERHUMOUR

Humour asks a kid: "how old are you?", and the kid says: "next week I’m 7". Humour says: "optimistic!"

How does a humour hit on a woman? Ask for her number

Why did humour pass out? It saw the Gas Bill!

Why humour is like Santa Claus? It comes out of chimney

What did they eat in the humour? a Schnitzel.

What did the teacher do in school for humour?  a concentration hour.

Which game did they play in the humour? Sick, dying, dead, soap

What’s the difference between pizza and humour? Pizza does not scream while you put it in the oven.

Source code

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-40159392

"The secret group spreads anti-immigrant messages from far-right sources."

https://archive.org/details/laughteranessay00berggoog

"The child, who plays hard by, picks up a handful, and, the next moment, is astonished to find that nothing remains in his grasp but a few drops of water, water that is far more brackish, far more bitter, than that of the wave which brought it. Laughter comes into being in the self-same fashion. It indicates a slight revolt on the surface of social life. It instantly adopts the changing forms of the disturbance. It also, is a froth with a saline base. Like froth, it sparkles. It is gaiety itself. But the philosopher who gathers a handful to taste may find that the substance is scanty, and the aftertaste bitter." p.200

I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER

WE ARE THE KEEPERS OF SACRED WORD - NEH!

NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!

THEY TOOK THE BAR!

GET ME A FOOL THAT'S FUNNY!