In the twentieth century, the idea of landscape has become more tense. We know that we can no longer ignore the reality of climate change, – the earth, and our relation to it, seems to be ever changing before our eyes.
Under the title „No talking for seven days“ (Hamish Fulton) the exhibition by Luisa Baldhuber and Robert Elfgen revolves around the question, how contemporary painting, how contemporary art is up to the challenge those changes are imposing on us?
What is our relationship with nature today? How are nature and culture intertwined? Strange paradox there are contemporary works pervaded by a melancholically Romantic yearning for a lost sense of “Romantic yearning”. Is there still something that can be called „realism“ that guarantees a resemblance to s.th. depicted?