Amber Ablett: Song Sheets
Amber Ablett er master-student ved KHiB, og jobbar research-basert med tekst og performance.
Amber Ablett’s work uses text, participatory performance and research based work focusing on the limitations and failings of language relating to sentimentality and identity. Ablett is an artist and designer based in Bergen, NO and London, UK currently studying on the Masters program at KHiB
Say it with flowers:
Si det med blomster:
Or you could say it with words. But sometimes a good word is hard to find. Mary Poppins is never tongue tied, ‘on the contrary, there’s a very good word*.’ And then the music kicks in; in the same way that most of us, as angry teenagers or lovesick fools, have turned to music too.
Eller du kan si det med ord. Men noen ganger a good word is hard to find. Mary Poppins er aldri målbundet, “tvert imot, det er et veldig godt ord.” Og så begynner musikken å spille: på den same måten som de fleste av oss, som sinte tenåringer eller tosker med kjaerlighetssorg, har vendt oss mot musikken også.
I can’t seem to find the right word to describe how I feel but I guess Marvin Gaye must have felt something similar and whenever I hear him sing that song ’m 17 and on the train, running away to Edinburgh (though I ran back after a few days) and whenever you hear it, you’re a different age, somewhere else and without me.
Jeg finner ikke det rette ordet for å beskrive hva jeg føler, men jeg tror Marvin Gaye maa ha foelt noe lignende og hver gang jeg hoerer ham synge den sangen er jeg er 17 år og på toget, og jeg rømmer fra Edinburgh (selv om jeg rømte tilbake etter noen få dager) og hver gang du hører den, er du en annen alder, et annet sted og uten meg.
So: perhaps you should read the songs in my iTunes like a diary, or perhaps its easier to read what is written here- I wrote it- and then later when we speak you might be able to hear my father’s boldness (he was a coward), or maybe I sound just like my mother?
Så: kanskje du burde lese sangene i min iTunes som en dagbok, eller kanskje det er lettere å lese det som er skrevet her- jeg skrev det- og senere når vi snakker sammen kan du kan hende klare å høre min fars skallethet (han var en feiging), eller kanskje I’m just like my mother?
Work along these lines will be exhibited at Galleri Fisk, opening on the 20 September, 1900h-2300h. Last sentence: Its smoke and mirrors, I can’t seem to find the right words.