About the work
'Local Collections' is a growing body of work each made in one specific place, showing everyday objects found in supermarkets, hardware stores, markets. Prior to these site-specific collections, Edwin Deen created a more general collection (or archive) of objects that functioned as a source of inspiration and materials. Like a painter has spare brushes and paint, Edwin Deen has a fascinating array of oddly colored and shaped objects like styrofoam cups, candy, little containers, gold wire, bottles and fire works. The objects he collects might become (part of a) work(s), but the 'collection' is also a work (and like most of his works 'in progress') in itself.
All of his works - the collections as well as his experiment based works - start with an interest in a phenomenon or the presumption of a 'hidden' possibility in an object (or machine). This possibility - unknown at first contact with the object - is often both physical (deriving from the science of physics) and aesthetic. Astonishment about the variety of shapes, colors and sometimes unclear function, is the most important reason for Deen to pick up an object.
Both types of collections are comprised of typical consumer articles – objects that are often overlooked but have been carefully designed, even though they are made of cheap materials and often for single use. By placing them in a different environment, Edwin Deen asks us to slow down and carefully contemplate on these cups, pens and bottles we touch and use every day.
With his ‘Local Collections’ Edwin Deen interrogates the possible link between the appearance of the object and the place he found it in. But what if the objects found in Milan for example, weren't made there? What if all objects come from the same factory in the end?
By presenting his ‘Local Collections’ on clean foam board, lifting them slightly, Deen creates a certain esthetical distance. By dismissing the objects from their original function, Deen honors them and their designers, as well as providing a space to contemplate and wander around his wondrous world.
text by Lise Lotte ten Voorde