Detlef Hartung – Georg Trenz



public art






Institut français,


“Each story has a beginning, a middle and an end;
but not necessarily in that order.”

Jean–Luc Godard



A light spot slides from left to right across the glass front of the institute français, draws enlarged and with reduced luminosity over the back of the room, stripes, as strong distorted cone of light the exterior of the lecture hall and finally returns to its starting point, again to turn tirelessly his rounds like a beacon of a lighthouse.




Time and again there appear in its focus chanson titles and texts to contact the place with the city demanding communication. And again and again these expressions of thought, feeling and acting are interrupted by Edith Piaf‘s famous refrain:
Non, je ne regrette rien.




A radar, a beacon, a stage lights, a transmitter or a receiver? Is the language scanned, or is the language itself the instrument to sample and record town and people? The only certainty is that it cycles, happens continuously and that light and language are inevitable from the city and society.




2000 years of city history do not change the desires and needs of the people. Blink of an eye, a carousel rotation. Chanson texts revolve around these eternal questions about love and sorrow, relationship and loneliness and highlight the strengths and weaknesses of man. At best, they open and close to any discussion with a: Non, je ne regret rien.