1970 Cuba, lives and works between Düsseldorf and Havana

Kunstverein Nürnberg

Commemorating Hurricanes Salon 2014 / 2015 Jahresgaben-Ausstellung, Kunstverein Nürnberg, Germany

Diango Hernández (*1970, Sancti Spìritus, Kuba; lebt in Düsseldorf) hat im Kunstverein Nürnberg dieses Jahr die Einzelausstellung „In hazard, translated“ präsentiert. In dieser hat er skulpturale Assemblagen ausgelegt, die sich mit einer vielschichtigen Lesbarkeit von Geschichte beschäftigen. Ausgehend von dem historischen Ereignis eines Hurrikans, der 1932 die Südostküste Kubas zerstört hat, entwickelte er eigene bildliche Übersetzungen, um einen differenzierten Blick auf die gegenwärtige Situation in seinem Heimatland sowie in Europa zu ...

WE lonelyfingers Anne Pöhlmann and Diango Hernández talking about lonelyfingers 22nd. April 2014, 7pm at Kunstverein Nürnberg

Lonelyfingers founders Anne Pöhlmann and Diango Hernández open a conversation about the reasons why they decided to create an online platform for artists. We artists create “things” that haunt us for the rest of our lives. They are the living proofs of our developments, understandings and also our mistakes. The objects we have created function like an inseparable extension of our experiences and life circumstances. They seem to be of our property but in reality they don’t belong to ...

A drawing after life. Simone Neuenschwander in conversation with Diango Hernández for "In hazard, translated" Diango Hernández solo exhibition at Kunstverein Nürnberg

A natural cataclysm is by itself not related with any form of ideology; it happens due to natural forces and can only be predicted up to a certain extent. Besides all the calamities brought on by events like hurricanes, they can also produce positive outcomes — one important one is how they bring people together. Under their devastating influences, people understand each other’s circumstances and problems and are willing to contribute and help out without asking for remuneration. The spirit that a natural catastrophe sparks is unique and transcends people’s political or ideological differences. For a few days after the passing of a hurricane, living in a city makes sense again; after those few days are gone is when “the real hurricane” called ordinary life hits us ...

In hazard, translated Solo exhibition curated by Simone Neuenschwander, Kunstverein Nürnberg, Germany

“In hazard” by Diango Hernández   oming out there into the blackness the blast hit him in the mouth, stopping his breath. He tried to gasp, but he could not: something pungent had filled his lungs, so that they retched and shuddered in the attempt to breathe. The wind was wrapping it round him in hot, greasy blasts. His unseeing eyes poured with water, smarted as in mustard gas. He must be in a cloud of dense smoke: but he could not see it, of course—the night could be no darker than it was anyhow. He had no idea where it came from: possibly the fiddley. The thing to do now was to find his way to the Bridge—if his lungs held out. Keeping his head with an effort of will, he began to feel his way along, holding his breath (what little breath he had), resisting the dangerous temptation to hurry.” (1) During the afternoon of November 9, 1932 in the southeast of Cuba, a powerful short blast of wind violently snatched thousands of pieces of fruit from their trees; for more than five minutes, oranges, mangoes and papayas flew frenetically around like only scared birds know how. The next morning, on November 10, the coastal village of Santa Cruz del Sur and its 3,000 inhabitants had disappeared. During the previous night and in the space of a few minutes, the sea, with gigantic waves measuring five metres high in places, flooded miles of land. That same night and not faraway off the coast from Santa Cruz del Sur, the S.S Phemius, under the command of Captain D.L.C Evans, was caught up for four days in the same category 5 hurricane that had erased the village of Santa Cruz del Sur. A couple of years later, Captain Evans asked Richard Hughes to write about these desperate four days. In 1938 Richard Hughes published In Hazard, a novel in which the protagonist was not the hurricane but the will of the survivor, the fight of man against the gigantic fury of a cataclysm, human nature physiologically and physically naked in the face of inevitable and extreme circumstances. “Only after he had published the book did Hughes himself comprehend its subtext: it is an anticipation of the physical upheaval of the second world war, but embodies also the virtues individuals would need to demonstrate if they were to survive the challenge presented by the war.” (2) It would seem as if cataclysms not only unchain devastating natural events, but also sequences of social catastrophes; as though the flying fruit of Santa Cruz del Sur on November 9, 1932 would fall years later as bombs all over Europe. I was sitting, the piazza was crowded, between my hands I had a picture that I decided to look at without thinking, without saying anything to myself, I was just looking at it in silence allowing my eyes to rove over an image that was monumentally frozen. I wouldn’t have wanted to see that image in motion; there are events that only happen to have been photographed as if sometimes in a photograph, even the sun and the wind have been hired to pose for the prism in front of the fatal eye of a photographer. There are also many photographs that depict a reality that hasn’t had happened yet; they are a form of prediction, like the weather forecast showing us a satellite image which tells us that the hurricane is just five miles away. But is it possible to photograph an event that hasn’t happened yet? Is it possible that a person is alive without being born? I am leaving; I said to myself and while I was getting up, I consciously dropped the photograph and without looking back, I left the piazza, knowing that once the photograph touched the grass, it would no longer be a photograph, but a piece of reality.   (1). Richard Hughes, In Hazard (New York, 2008). First published in 1938. (2) Quote of Richard Poole; source: http://www.richardpoole.net/criticism/richardhughes.aspx Richard Poole is a world authority on the work of Richard Hughes. His critical biography Richard Hughes, Novelist – was published by Poetry Wales Press, as was Fiction as Truth: Selected Literary Writings by Richard Hughes, which he edited. “In hazard, translated” 1. March 11. May 2014 Kunstverein Nürnberg Albrecht Dürer Gesellschaft Kressengartenstraße 2 D-90402 Nürnberg T. +49 (0) 911 241 562 F. +49 (0) 911 241 563 mail@kunstvereinnuernberg.de “Als er hinaustrat in die Finsternis, schoss ihm der Luftstoß in den Mund und raubte ihm den Atem. Er wollte Luft schnappen, es ging nicht: Etwas Stechendes war in seine Lungen gedrungen, und beim Versuch zu atmen würgte und schüttelte es ihn. Der Sturm hüllte ihn in heiße, fettige Schwaden. Er sah nichts mehr, seine Augen tränten und brannten wie von Senfgas. Er musste in einer dichten Rauchwolke stehen, aber natürlich konnte er sie nicht erkennen – es herrschte sowieso pechschwarze Nacht. Er hatte keine Ahnung, wo es herkam, vielleicht vom Schornsteinmantel. Jetzt galt es, den Weg zur Brücke zu finden – wenn seine Lungen mitspielten. Er versuchte, klaren Kopf zu bewahren, und tastete sich langsam Schritt für Schritt vorwärts, wobei er die Luft anhielt (den kleinen Rest, den er noch in der Lunge hatte) und der gefährlichen Versuchung widerstand, hastige Bewegungen zu machen.” (1) Am Nachmittag des 9. Novembers 1932 riss an der Südostküste Kubas ein kraftvoller kurzer Windstoss gewaltsam Tausende von Früchten von den Bäumen und während mehr als fünf Minuten wirbelten Orangen, Mangos und Papayas heftig wie erschreckte Vögel umher. Am nächsten Morgen war das Dorf Santa Cruz del Sur und mit ihm 3000 Einwohner verschwunden. In der vorherigen Nacht haben gigantischen Flutwellen innerhalb nur weniger Minuten kilometerweit das Land überspült und in bestimmten Gebieten eine Höhe von bis zu fünf Metern erreicht. Zur gleichen Zeit und nicht weit weg von der Küste wurde das Schiff S.S Phemius unter dem Kommando von Kapitän D.L.C Evans für ganze vier Tage im gleichen Hurrikan der Kategorie 5 gefangen, ...

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