Finn Reinbothe žŸ¡¢ £ ¤ Ÿ¥¢ £Ÿ ¦£ (on a grey background)

Avlskarl Gallery, Copenhagen 27 January – 18 March


We all have certain ideas, often quite entrenched ones, about which worldly objects are precious and which aren’t. And plenty of artworks produced during the past century have attempted to change those ideas; some have even succeeded. Today, any kind of found scrap can be read as sculpture, and yet, despite that, used and stained dishcloths hung on hooks as if by a sink actually do come o¨ as relatively lowkey pieces of homeware. On entering Finn Reinbothe’s confidentl­y scru¨y exhibition – in the fanciest, most beige part of central Copenhagen – such dishcloths immediatel­y leap out at you; they are eyecatchin­g in their lowliness, but so is an unmissable sense of preciousne­ss. These worn-out kitchen essentials hang beside large, framelike rectangles of taut string pinned to the wall, but the result doesn’t feel like you’re looking at conceptual absence, it feels like looking at emotional saturation: occasional­ly, little pieces of jewellery pierce the pieces of fabric, and come o¨ as traces of missing loved ones. Campy kids’ earrings and charms, possibly fake medals, serve as hints at decoration that the imageless frames are lacking.

A trashed stu¨ed toy rabbit hanging from the ceiling (Rabbit music (Nike), all works 2022) adds to the strong vibe of a skewed domestic scene. It’s the type of generic teddy where pulling a string makes it play rusty lullabies, pointing towards missing infants; but even when such traces of horror are unambiguou­s, the atmosphere oozing from the sexagenari­an Danish artist’s consciousl­y mundane works seems primarily a¨ectionate. For several decades, Reinbothe’s practice has involved bland found objects galore, but in this show the normcore stu¨ comprising his pieces also features something that seems to have been owned, probably treasured – the dirty dishcloths are stained significan­tly with paint, the jewellery might have belonged to children or grandchild­ren. See, for example, the mobile Untitled (Sad song), where a perforated sheet of leftover metal is subtly embellishe­d with pearls and cheap-looking gold, and feels transforme­d into a quiet yet pristinely bleak memorial. In other words: nostalgia is real here, but not in a performati­ve way and not in the shape of ironic, millennium-era aesthetics.

Over and over, žŸ¡¢ £ ¤ Ÿ¥¢ £Ÿ ¦£ walks a fine line with impressive precision: it implies longing but never comes o¨ as sentimenta­l, is opaque but not pretentiou­s, fun but not overtly ironic, shabby but not gestureles­s. Every juxtaposin­g decision, even the most impercepti­ble, has clearly been taken with attentive, sculpture-minded eyes – eyes that seem to conceive art in general as a result of seeing rather than a mode of producing. And such eyes, Reinbothe’s art suggests, are probably always capable of looking at the world with a particular tenderness, indi¨erent to material value. Nanna Friis

 ?? ?? žŸ¡¢ £ ¤ Ÿ¥¢ £Ÿ ¦£ (on a grey background), 2023 (installati­on view). Courtesy the artist and Avlskarl Gallery, Copenhagen
žŸ¡¢ £ ¤ Ÿ¥¢ £Ÿ ¦£ (on a grey background), 2023 (installati­on view). Courtesy the artist and Avlskarl Gallery, Copenhagen

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