MANIFESTO

ABOUT MANIFESTO

From the artist to the audience.

A work of art without an audience is wasted. As an artist I am content that my work is reaching more people.

During the last year or two I have also dealt with a few people whose profession is curating, and I have had some issues with some of their expectations to me as an artist.

My art is where I express myself, it is my language, it is how I speak. Curators generally expect artists to also deliver writings like long biographies, artist statements, sometimes even essays, created in words. To me this is completely off the track.

It is important to reflect on your own practice, the process, your aims. And the audience also sometimes find this interesting to learn about. So, I started this web project MANIFESTO, where I focus on those subjects.

Unlike works like “The End of the World as we know it” (which I consider flexible and open to the audiences own personal interpretations), MANIFESTO is quite strict and restricted. I respect and understand that there will always be different interpretations depending on age, cultural backgrounds etc. and the audience is free to think. But when you visit MANIFESTO you are less free (sorry). It is the project you visit if you want to understand my aims and study my work under the surface of the work itself.

MANIFESTO lives on the domains manifesto.black, manifesto.red, manifesto.glass, manifesto.systems, manifesto.directory, manifesto.media, and if you find it fragmented and unfinished, you are perfectly right, it is always a work in progress.
 

Susanne Layla Petersen, February 2021

 
VISIT MANIFESTO

Den røde bog (The red book) poetry video

Poem from 2019, video from 2021.

jeg sidder på hotellet
og læser i den røde bog
insekterne smadrer sig selv mod ruden
udenfor tårner byen sig op

et af stederne i den røde bog
fortæller om den tid der er forsvundet
den manglende erindring
de mørke rum

jeg har tændt et bål midt på gulvet
om lidt når ilden væggene
men jeg er ligeglad
for jeg ved
det kun er en drøm
og om lidt vil vi vågne
til den rigtige virkelighed
hvor der hverken er ild
eller hoteller

trykket udefra knuser ruden
rummet fyldes med glasskår
ilden er væk
lyset i rummet skifter
mellem mørk orange hvid grå skygge

blodet strømmer ud på gulvet
den røde bog går fri
men optager elementer fra byen udenfor
og fyldes igen med drømme