MONDO GALERIA

MONDO GALERIA presents “MY WINDOW” an exhibition of limited edition photographs from the latest production by photographer Beny Steiner.

Her art career started as international model (one of the first ones travelling the world over and posing for the likes of Salvador Dalí in Barcelona). She travelled to Kabul opening her curiosity to new cultures and new experiences. Then she moved to New York in the ´80s as stylist for photographer Raymond Meier. There she met her now lifetime friend: artist Not Vital. Finally, she worked as a fashion/life style photographer herself, with a very define and personal style, publishing with the best magazines and agencies around the world.

Today, together with her cats Mr. Gucci and Prada, she lives and works in Scuol, in the Engadine valley, in Switzerland where she has her residence and her “Four Seasons Studio”.

Unfortunately, an eye sickness is deteriorating her macula since some years, consequently losing gradually her vision. Life as a photographer has become harder for her, as well as daily activities. As John Milton or Jorge Luis Borges she created her own method to cope with this reality by organising herself around a precise order in her home space to be able to navigate through it. A new way of looking at life with a focus on light and contrast, movement and stillness came together with this new reality.
These fresh experiences give her a new eye on nature, on permanency and migration, on immanence and transcendence. Her space is one, with her camera. The presence of the Piz Pisoc (the mountain in front of her house) is her way of measuring her daily existence against the passing of seasons and the mutations of Flora and Fauna. And she is ready to capture it, again and again. The appearances and disappearances in front of her delicate sight of what life has to offer, day by day, minute by minute.

In this exhibition we can see a selection of more than 50 of her photographs. Finely printed in cotton rug photo paper, opening for us a small window into her reality, a poetical vision of a particular place in a particular time, where birds become acrobats and clouds their arena.

The Piz Pisoc was quiet. The curtains were of soft beautiful linen, with some elegantly exaggerated repairs. A Kafkian fly was hanging from the rod, massaging her front legs in that manner that flies do. It flew from the window to the tip of her nose. She opened slowly her eye, fluttering her lashes slowly, as if the morning light entering through the glass was burning her washed damaged iris. The other side of her childlike face was lost inside the soft warm pillow. She stood up and looked at the blue sky covered by some passing snow white clouds.
- They are back!- she thought to herself with happiness, as she photographed the rapidly playful Dohles.

The taxonomy of a routinely play between light and shadow, of a contrasted frame of an imaginary reality converted into a spatial two dimensional vortex.

Daily interaction with nature is what brings to us a flare of existence, of a particular reality. Breaking that barrier it's what unites us to our universe. A photograph becomes a prayer to universal Truth. A mirror onto the void. A symbol of a particular moment in a particular space. It connects the presence of the artist with the cosmic glance of collective subconsciousness.

A peaceful revolution through the impossible reality of the senses. The mountain, still, static, permanent as the body. And the migrating birds as lively agitated Thought, as dreaming, as inspiration.

The patient order of Cunningham's still lifes, the spark of Ray, the composition of Avedon, shaken on a dice cup and thrown, randomly as possible, over the table to offer even destiny itself a choice of direction. Beny Steiner´s art becomes a device for us to enter her extraordinary world of magic: of beauty composed with whatever surrounds her and can take a role in her subtle storytelling.

It is in that moment, when the birds that probably inspired Alfred Hitchcock pose for her, that she enters a state of bliss. All her memories vanish for an instant. There they go, her modelling career, her posing for Salvador Dalí in Barcelona, living with Not Vital in New York, her Afghan adventures, her stylist profession, Vals and Zumthor, all that baggage that makes her vision today disappear in

The Piz Pisoc was quiet. The curtains were of soft beautiful linen, with some elegantly exaggerated repairs. A Kafkian fly was hanging from the rod, massaging her front legs in that manner that flies do. It flew from the window to the tip of her nose. She opened slowly her eye, fluttering her lashes slowly, as if the morning light entering through the glass was burning her washed damaged iris. The other side of her childlike face was lost inside the soft warm pillow. She stood up and looked at the blue sky covered by some passing snow white clouds.
- They are back!- she thought to herself with happiness, as she photographed the rapidly playful Dohles.

The taxonomy of a routinely play between light and shadow, of a contrasted frame of an imaginary reality converted into a spatial two dimensional vortex.

Daily interaction with nature is what brings to us a flare of existence, of a particular reality. Breaking that barrier it's what unites us to our universe. A photograph becomes a prayer to universal Truth. A mirror onto the void. A symbol of a particular moment in a particular space. It connects the presence of the artist with the cosmic glance of collective subconsciousness.

A peaceful revolution through the impossible reality of the senses. The mountain, still, static, permanent as the body. And the migrating birds as lively agitated Thought, as dreaming, as inspiration.

The patient order of Cunningham's still lifes, the spark of Ray, the composition of Avedon, shaken on a dice cup and thrown, randomly as possible, over the table to offer even destiny itself a choice of direction. Beny Steiner´s art becomes a divice for us to enter her extraordinary world of magic: of beauty composed with whatever surrounds her and can take a role in her subtle storytelling.

It is in that moment, when the birds that probably inspired Alfred Hitchcock pose for her, that she enters a state of bliss. All her memories vanish for an instant. There they go, her modelling career, her posing for Salvador Dalí in Barcelona, living with Not Vital in New York, her Afghan adventures, her stylist profession, Vals and Zumthor, all that baggage that makes her vision today disappear in

In July 2022 MONDO GALERIA presented the annual exhibition “IBICENCO” curated by Diego and Alexeja .ibiza in Sa Rota Vella, San Mateo, Ibiza.

The exhibition was the VII edition focused in this occasion on the subject “Existence” that was represented through the art and performance of Javier Silva Meinel, José del Río Mons, Margherita Chiarva, Beny Steiner, Olivia Steele, Christof Vetsch, Aurelia Marine, Mats Bäcker, Deisho Sh*to, Aguascopio, Adrián Ribas, Carlito Dalceggio, Dominique Sanson, Burkhard Von Harder, Romy Querol, Bharam Ji, Sahar Talismana, Erika Tanagra and Mamma Afrika band.

Today this exhibition is in the memory of more than nine hundred people who visited during the 15 days that it stayed open nearly 24hs a day. Loads of encounters, live music, gastronomy and above all fun. It was there also some funny people complaining about the parking organisation (hahahah…) and others that found that same thing the quintessential Ibicenco feeling.

This book is an account of some of those moments, the ones that could be recorded by a camera. Hard bounded, 200 pages on recycled paper with colourful imagery and the written text that gave shape to this show written by Diego Alonso.

We like to thank specially to Sandy Hill who totally uninterested offer us to create this show on her property.

In July 2022 MONDO GALERIA presented the annual exhibition “IBICENCO” curated by Diego and Alexeja .ibiza in Sa Rota Vella, San Mateo, Ibiza.

The exhibition was the VII edition focused in this occasion on the subject “Existence” that was represented through the art and performance of Javier Silva Meinel, José del Río Mons, Margherita Chiarva, Beny Steiner, Olivia Steele, Christof Vetsch, Aurelia Marine, Mats Bäcker, Deisho Sh*to, Aguascopio, Adrián Ribas, Carlito Dalceggio, Dominique Sanson, Burkhard Von Harder, Romy Querol, Bharam Ji, Sahar Talismana, Erika Tanagra and Mamma Afrika band.

Today this exhibition is in the memory of more than nine hundred people who visited during the 15 days that it stayed open nearly 24hs a day. Loads of encounters, live music, gastronomy and above all fun. It was there also some funny people complaining about the parking organisation (hahahah…) and others that found that same thing the quintessential Ibicenco feeling.

This book is an account of some of those moments, the ones that could be recorded by a camera. Hard bounded, 200 pages on recycled paper with colourful imagery and the written text that gave shape to this show written by Diego Alonso.

We like to thank specially to Sandy Hill who totally uninterested offer us to create this show on her property.

Imaginary boys, stardusters, rocks on a roll and an iguana. Vinyl printing of tracks. Rock, neoclassical construction based on pillars of Bach to Van Halen, from Juno to Grace Jones. Technology of destruction, pogo and its undeniable attire. Unbridled, hungry for battle spectacle, counteracts the loss of middle class driven out of the mineral industry pushed into chemical industry. Endlessly falling through a spiral of reverb and distortion.

“My first idol that I met in person. He was the godfather of punk back then, plus all he had done before that. I and my journalist friend, whose first name is also Mats, met him for an interview at his hotel in Copenhagen. It was the afternoon before his concert. He was uninterested in talking to us but finally came round. Journalist Mats introduced himself, and Iggy replied: “James Osterberg.” I said: “My name’s the same as his” in a low voice, and Iggy replied: “Orson Welles?” I was too shy to say anything else, so I said: “Yes.”

From a distance stars seem to shine, but they burn up close

Demystifying the starving culture of consumerism. Intravenous, endemic mythopoesis. The roar of a cultural lapse in rebellion, the desecration of the order consummated in the post-war period, defiant, impossible. A promised land of tin and shiny plastic. In polyester resins and worn denim. Wanting to go to space we realised the inner emptiness, the lack of coherence in a coffin embedded self-destructive system. However, these were times of hope, of constructive destruction and free creation, or a randomly controlled lack of control.

“I thought he was an old, boring fart (30) who only wanted to talk about golf. BUT at the concert that night he was something else. Energy and fury that I had never seen before. It inspired me... to start a band a few weeks later.”

Attitude. Image power. Contrast. Peace. Freedom.
Past times window vague present. Colourless. Mischievous like memory. Like collective creation confirming itself in true, raw, latent and infinite images.

“When you see a great picture of an artist you know well, you unconsciously see many of your memories, feelings and knowledge in it.”

SPIRITUAL ST*****RS (Archeology of the future) by in collaboration with .ibiza

Acrylic on terracotta vases hand made in southern Morocco.

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Legends Blondie and Bowie taken live by Gijsbert Hanekroot
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MONDO GALERIA presents “The Space in Between” an individual exhibition by Margherita Chiarva, an artist who closes with her work and career an evolutionary circle opened towards the end of the 19th century by the British Anna Atkins.

The idea in her work stems from the interaction with materials and creative research. It is not a process of imitation but a process of generating a new reality embodied in silver salts. The magic of shades and textures born with the impact of light on the photosensitive material. Sometimes an image looks like one thing, other times, forms appear from the shadows or well interact with remains of reality stolen from a negative discard. But always, the unknown emerges, brings to surface a new invented reality in which who wants to see will find.

An exhibition by Margherita Chiarva

The Space in Between

”There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.” James Joyce

From high up everything is measured in another scale. The disappearance of a reference point gives us freedom to see.

Infant ruthless curiosity extended.

Close your eyes and feel the light behind your lids taking over at the rhythm of your breath, glowing through the dance of a vanishing mind out of thought. Slow flow of connected particles. Oracle for a transcendental path.

In the mist of enlightened awakeness obsidian beings relent time warped into polished curves. Propelled by stardust asteroids while future pyramids are dismantled.

Platinum shades of vulvar repetition. Interplanetary rejuvenation of the soul.

Dark.
Room.
Light.

The warmth of finger tips. Kundalini lover rising underwater fiber textures. Water is eternal. It connects us with our ancestors. The water that is today has always been, as your soul. The water you are made of is the water drunk by previous civilizations. The secrets on your palm.

Let the rain do its job.

Undiscovered human longing for the unattainable.

In times of Camus-mask-paranoia the tangible factor become an asset to the artist expression onto a viewer’s experience. Far from simple visual manifestations of texture, beneath the absence of color erupts joy.

From the jungle everything looks different, as if time would have stop in the space in between where Margherita Chiarva’ s imagination takes off.

Diego Alonso, Geddai Valley, Tamil Nadu, February 2020

The Space in Between

”There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.” James Joyce

From high up everything is measured in another scale. The disappearance of a reference point gives us freedom to see.

Infant ruthless curiosity extended.

Close your eyes and feel the light behind your lids taking over at the rhythm of your breath, glowing through the dance of a vanishing mind out of thought. Slow flow of connected particles. Oracle for a transcendental path.

In the mist of enlightened awakeness obsidian beings relent time warped into polished curves. Propelled by stardust asteroids while future pyramids are dismantled.

Platinum shades of vulvar repetition. Interplanetary rejuvenation of the soul.

Dark.
Room.
Light.

The warmth of finger tips. Kundalini lover rising underwater fiber textures. Water is eternal. It connects us with our ancestors. The water that is today has always been, as your soul. The water you are made of is the water drunk by previous civilizations. The secrets on your palm.

Let the rain do its job.

Undiscovered human longing for the unattainable.

In times of Camus-mask-paranoia the tangible factor become an asset to the artist expression onto a viewer’s experience. Far from simple visual manifestations of texture, beneath the absence of color erupts joy.

From the jungle everything looks different, as if time would have stop in the space in between where Margherita Chiarva’ s imagination takes off.

Diego Alonso, Geddai Valley, Tamil Nadu, February 2020

An exhibition bi Margherita Chiarva
With soundscape by Toni Castells
Curated by AD Studio
www.diegoandalexeja.com

The Space in Between

”There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.” James Joyce

From high up everything is measured in another scale. The disappearance of a reference point gives us freedom to see.

Infant ruthless curiosity extended.

Close your eyes and feel the light behind your lids taking over at the rhythm of your breath, glowing through the dance of a vanishing mind out of thought. Slow flow of connected particles. Oracle for a transcendental path.

In the mist of enlightened awakeness obsidian beings relent time warped into polished curves. Propelled by stardust asteroids while future pyramids are dismantled.

Platinum shades of vulvar repetition. Interplanetary rejuvenation of the soul.

Dark.
Room.
Light.

The warmth of finger tips. Kundalini lover rising underwater fiber textures. Water is eternal. It connects us with our ancestors. The water that is today has always been, as your soul. The water you are made of is the water drunk by previous civilizations. The secrets on your palm.

Let the rain do its job.

Undiscovered human longing for the unattainable.

In times of Camus-mask-paranoia the tangible factor become an asset to the artist expression onto a viewer’s experience. Far from simple visual manifestations of texture, beneath the absence of color erupts joy.

From the jungle everything looks different, as if time would have stop in the space in between where Margherita Chiarva’ s imagination takes off.

Diego Alonso, Geddai Valley, Tamil Nadu, February 2020

An exhibition by Margherita Chiarva
With soundscape by Toni Castells
Curated by AD Studio

The Space in Between

”There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.” James Joyce

From high up everything is measured in another scale. The disappearance of a reference point gives us freedom to see.

Infant ruthless curiosity extended.

Close your eyes and feel the light behind your lids taking over at the rhythm of your breath, glowing through the dance of a vanishing mind out of thought. Slow flow of connected particles. Oracle for a transcendental path.

In the mist of enlightened awakeness obsidian beings relent time warped into polished curves. Propelled by stardust asteroids while future pyramids are dismantled.

Platinum shades of vulvar repetition. Interplanetary rejuvenation of the soul.

Dark.
Room.
Light.

The warmth of finger tips. Kundalini lover rising underwater fiber textures. Water is eternal. It connects us with our ancestors. The water that is today has always been, as your soul. The water you are made of is the water drunk by previous civilizations. The secrets on your palm.

Let the rain do its job.

Undiscovered human longing for the unattainable.

In times of Camus-mask-paranoia the tangible factor become an asset to the artist expression onto a viewer’s experience. Far from simple visual manifestations of texture, beneath the absence of color erupts joy.

From the jungle everything looks different, as if time would have stop in the space in between where Margherita Chiarva’ s imagination takes off.

Diego Alonso, Geddai Valley, Tamil Nadu, February 2020

Margherita Chiarva was born in Milan, where she lives and works alternating with the island of Ibiza in Spain. Graduated from Central Saint Martins in London, she formed a collective based in Istanbul in 2014 and returned to her hometown where she specializes in silver salt printing research, working manually on film with the use of chemicals development and various analogous methods. Her photographic journey is based mainly on her investigation of manual techniques and a personal revelation through images.

MONDO GALERIA presents “The Space in Between” an individual exhibition by Margherita Chiarva an artist who closes with her work and career an evolutionary circle opened towards the end of the 19th century by the British Anna Atkins.

The idea in her work stems from the interaction with materials and creative research. It is not a process of imitation but a process of generating a new reality embodied in silver salts. The magic of shades and textures born with the impact of light on the photosensitive material. Sometimes an image looks like one thing, other times, forms appear from the shadows or well interact with remains of reality stolen from a negative discard. But always, the unknown emerges, brings to surface a new invented reality in which who wants to see will find.