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A sanctuary full of nonsense

"you, Mr Wetz," or "You, Wetz" – unimportant. The main thing, Wetz, short and sweet, because Wetz is an artist, and since the Name is program. Wetz opens th

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A sanctuary full of nonsense

"you, Mr Wetz," or "You, Wetz" – unimportant. The main thing, Wetz, short and sweet, because Wetz is an artist, and since the Name is program. Wetz opens the door to a Kingdom that had once stood as a national am radio station Beromünster-beam force over the whole of Europe. Today, KKLB (art and culture in the Beromünster national transmitter) is a tip for culture vultures on the inside.

A Dorm room, 27 double beds, accurately in the ranks are aligned, each freshly upholstered in sand colored linen. The back wall is a landscape: a green hill with a radio mast. The filigree framework is reminiscent of the Eiffel tower. If you look closely you will see that the night tischlämpli donations in addition to the beds there is no light, but as a hair dryer, warm air produce. The picture on the wall turns out to be the window, the clear view of the undisputed national Shrine: Outside of the transmission tower of the former country station Beromünster. Here, where once Hans Moeckels radio orchestra played, Wetz created a total work of art that wants to be the historical Dimension of the place, as well as the claim of the artist to the art. "Art," says Wetz, "is nonsense, art must be pointless."

In the Second world war, the station held the country together

50 years Ago, he was just the Werner, seven years old. As one of seven boys, he grew up in the house of the roof deck family Zihlmann in Wolhuser district Zihlenfeldlöchli. And every day at half past one, when on Radio Beromünster – "Bib, bib, bib ... biiiiip" – the news of the Swiss news Agency SDA have been read, all sat reverently at the table, the children and the Italian workers, the mother in addition to grandmother, who "had all the cups in the cupboard". If one made even a Peep came from the end of the table, the father was sitting, a plate flew.

in 1931, had discovered Radio Beromünster for the first Time. During the war, the total anon-Europe in ruins, earned the medium-wave transmitter for its legendary reputation. Inside Radio Beromünster held together the Nation, to the outside, he was the last English-speaking voice, which was free of war propaganda on the front movements reports.

ten years Ago, on 28. In December 2008, fell silent, the voice of the national broadcaster. Two years later, after the transmitting tower and a few Hundred meters away, buildings were placed under monument protection, hesitated Wetz, not even for a second, as the Chance offered, to acquire the historic property and its surroundings – for the symbolic price of one franc.

With much love to Detail and a creative imagination Wetz has revived the historic walls. It has accumulated so much nonsense in the wetzschen sense that the names of the artists who want to exhibit at KKLB, were always renowned. In an adjacent room, has Wetz the cow Lotti stuffed draped next to a bale of hay and holds you with a respirator on life – a bitter parable on the milk and agriculture.

The two donkeys let a work of art to disappear

Less macabre, alive woman Rist and Mr Hirschhorn interpret their roles as part of the total work of art. The two donkeys – who thinks their name to the two-legged Pipilotti and Thomas, is responsible – are the latest art installation in the KKLB. Wetz emphasized: "you must understand quite literally: Mrs. Rist and Mr Hirschhorn is pretty much crap, but also hold great art Happenings." For example, if you have a different work of art, with a carrot tower, and in a matter of seconds disappear and then only in the red edge juice with Wade and then white paper trample.

After so much art-nonsense the tired legs yearning for peace and quiet. Because of the large dormitory room comes into its own. Out of the shoes and into the bed; headphones on the ears can be slipped and the ceiling over the head pulled. We take a trip back in time – she throws us back a century and a Voyage from Cuxhaven to New York. We are migrants. The ship's horn sounds, seagulls screech. "Relax," says the male voice. "Trust the power of your imagination." Wetz is sitting at the mixing console and lets the Wind through the shrouds whistling. Is he still an artist? Or hypnosis therapist? Or just a radio host?

(Sunday newspaper)

Created: 05.01.2019, 17:25 PM

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