GORO TRONSMO
Goro Tronsmo, Staged Institutions, 2022. Installation photo by Ina Wesenberg/The Nationalmuseum. Note photographed by the author.
Afterimage by Nina Strand:
The big installation by Goro Tronsmo, in the main exhibition I Call it Art, resembles a small apartment on the top floor of the new museum. I laugh over a note placed on one of the railings: Beware! Art
The museum’s opening show has been met with much criticism, and the architect of the institution is furious about the various new works with which the big light hall has been filled. The government has spent too many millions on all the delays, while the curators have tried to make a show for an imaginary nineteen-year-old woman who rarely sees exhibitions. There’s so much noise around this building that this handwritten piece of paper cheers me up.
My colleague, wearing dark glasses for the occasion, doesn’t look convinced. While actors pretend they inhabit the space, doing everyday chores, he expresses his relief that the museum has finally opened, but points out that this show of artists not from the collection had become outdated even before it opened.
‘They should have re-curated it when they realised how delayed the opening would be. The artists here are way too established now – there’s nothing new to see,’ he says while walking into the pretend gallery in the gallery, which is so meta it almost makes him laugh.
I came to the preview in order to write about the photography in the collection, but all that was on display was the generation from the Bergen school from the 1990s, with one or two newer artists in other rooms. So I joined him to see I Call it Art.
‘The architect has renamed it, ‘I call it Garbage’,’ he is saying as we go out on the balcony to look at Siri Aurdal’s monumental sculptures from the permanent collection. ‘But actually it isn’t bad.’
The note is a small but welcome reminder of who this experience is for. If the show is made for someone who needs a gentle push to see more art, and at the same time is funny and weird enough for my truly critical critic friend, then maybe it’s working. And once this large space for temporary exhibitions is filled with its next show, like any other museum showing art, no-one will need to warn anyone about anything.