Ingmar König
projects
The Ornament (2015)

Photograph of Objet Trouvé
Phosphor (2020)

infinite resolution, 16:9, 20min, HTML5
This relatively weightless (892kB) virtual object holds a sum of meditations on the temporality and spatiality of crashing. It gazes at disruption from within a space in which protagonist(s), stage, and camera are merged. Entirely written in HTML and CSS.

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Incinerate (2021)

1080P 6min. (filmed in GTA5)
Lo-res excerpt (gif)
Filmed in a videogame, this videoloop is the result of a process of nested interpolation. Protagonist and surrounding are merching into one another when colliding in-game.
Contraband (2015)

terrace heater, paintball masks, stone, wood, cloth
Touchdown (2021)

1080P, 8min, loop
Lo-res excerpt (gif)
The final moment of a flight filled with the anticipation of landing is suspended for eight minutes in this videoloop. Transforming the video at moments into a still image.
Plague (2016)

PVC, Wood, Industrial Scent Diffusers
Object (2013)
Prop (2014)
Disappear (2017)


Prospects & Concepts (2016)
Rollers, Tunnelers, Dwellers (2013)

1080P, 2-channel, 11min
A collaborative project by Lotte Geeven & Ingmar König.
Made possible by: Corrie Osenga, Doenja Likumahua, Lisette Appeldorn, Tudor Bratu, Ioana Gheorghiu, Andreea Peterfi, Marline van der Eijk, Isis Bakker, Matea Bakula, Kim van Erven, Marijn Ferier, Agnes Voskamp, Goof Kloosterman Gerben Boersma, Karina Pálosi, Thi Higashiv, Marloes König, Eveline Agema and Hotel Mariakapel.
Contraband (2015)
Bystander (2016)
Bystander (2016)

recording
Crash (2019)
Detourist (2014)
Detourist 2014

recording
Rollers, Tunnelers, Dwellers (2013)

1080P, 2-channel, 11min
A collaborative project by Lotte Geeven & Ingmar König.
Made possible by: Corrie Osenga, Doenja Likumahua, Lisette Appeldorn, Tudor Bratu, Ioana Gheorghiu, Andreea Peterfi, Marline van der Eijk, Isis Bakker, Matea Bakula, Kim van Erven, Marijn Ferier, Agnes Voskamp, Goof Kloosterman Gerben Boersma, Karina Pálosi, Thi Higashiv, Marloes König, Eveline Agema and Hotel Mariakapel.
Nostalgia (2017)

+ scent: sweat, steel & rubbing alcohol.
The Other Room (2019)

1080P, 7min, Medcorp production
Prospects & Concepts (2016)
Prohibited (2015)

anti-pissing triangles made of spandex
Set (2019)
Disruptive
interiors

that reveal our
shortcomings

when dealing with
unknown

surroundings.
Ingmar König (he/him) lives and works in Rotterdam, NL.
König is interested in the anticipation and vulnerability of humans entering unknown constructed environments. He sees the interior and interface as interchangeable terms that overlap both the physical and digital realm.
He graduated cum laude from the Piet Zwart Institute, where he received his master's degree in Interior Architecture. Before that he graduated with honours from his Bachelor of Fine Arts at the Utrecht School of the Arts. Since 2021 he teaches at the Advertising & Beyond department of the Willem de Kooning Academy.
Parallel to König's practice he enjoys to help out with creative consulting, studio visits and lectures or presentations. Please get in contact for more details.
Selection:
'22 Afterlife Architecture
'22 Alumni Infra Project
'21 Antimatter Detourist Research
'21 Lecturer at Advertising & Beyond at WDKA, Rotterdam University of Applied Sciences
'20 Research Award, Piet Zwart Institute
'18-'20 Master Interior Architecture (cum laude), Piet Zwart Institute
'20 Under Matters, Cookies HQ (group)
'20 Project Management Buildup Unfair Amsterdam; with Boris de Beijer
'19 Loophole, Roodkapje (group)
'19 Reading Picture, Chunart Museum Shanghai (group)
'18 Project Management Buildup Unfair Amsterdam; with Boris de Beijer
'17 Studio visits at Bachelor Fine Arts 4th year, Utrecht School of the Arts
'16 Review Metropolis M, Nostalgie in een loop tussen he.. by George Vermeij
'16 Happy Like Yesterday, Nest (group)
'16 Lecture at School of History, Culture and Communication, Erasmus University
'16 Art Brussels, Plague in collaboration with Nest, The Hague
'16 Stroom Ondertussen, Stroom (solo)
'16 Unfair Amsterdam
'16 Interview Metropolis M, Invest Week Interview #5,by Bob van der Sterre
'16 Art Rotterdam, Prospects & Concepts, Mondriaan Fund
'16 Studio visits at Bachelor Fine Arts 4th year, Utrecht School of the Arts
'16 Christies auction with Unfair X Christies
'15 Stipend Mondriaanfonds, werkbijdrage J T + Opdrachtgever (Nest)
'15 Contraband, Galerie Gabriel Rolt (solo)
'15 lecture at School of History, Culture and Communication, Erasmus University
'15 Art Brussels, 1-hour solo, NL/BE 120 Minutes Project
'15 Stipend Stroom; PRO Invest
'15 Review Metropolis M, Misfit Love,by George Vermeij
'15 Misfit Love, Galerie Gabriel Rolt (group)
'15 Art Rotterdam, represented by Galerie Gabriel Rolt
'14 Stipend Mondriaanfonds, werkbijdrage Jong Talent
'14 Unfair Amsterdam
'14 On Observation and Construction, Chongqin Air (group)
'14 Concept Store, Nest (group)
'14 Freizeit Normal, Ampelhaus DE (residency)
'14 Review Metropolis M, Spel/Buitenspel Julia Steenhuisen
'14 Detourist, P///akt (solo)
'13 Piet Bakker Prijs (shortlist), Academie Galerie (group)
'13 Oktoberfest, Hotel Mariakapel (group)
'13 Incentive Award Cayacz
'13 Let There Be Light, Nest (group)
'13 Review Metropolis M, Interne Logica, by Tessa Verheul
'13 Bachelor of Fine Arts, Utrecht School of the Arts
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Collaborated with
Ian Nolan
Jitivi Banthaisong
Yiyang Liu
Lasse Groeneveld
Lotte Geeven


Photos by Ingmar König, Charlott Markus, Peter Tijhuis, Vesna Faasen, Myung Feyen, Jhoeko
Thanks to Corrie Osenga, Doenja Likumahua, Lisette Appeldorn, Tudor Bratu, Ioana Gheorghiu, Andreea Peterfi, Marline van der Eijk, Isis Bakker, Matea Bakula, Kim van Erven, Marijn Ferier, Karina Pragnell, Agnes Voskamp, Goof Kloosterman, Gerben Boersma, Karina Pálosi, Thi Higashi, Eveline Agema, Hotel MariaKapel, Mondriaanfonds, Alessandro Gualtieri, Stroom Den Haag, Noor Mertens, Navid Nuur, Astrid Mingels, Milos Trakilovic, Maaike Knibbe, Susanne Koekenberg, Freerk Wilbers, Tobias Lengkeek, Janneke Hendriks, Luuk Kuipers, Lasse Groeneveld, Sandra Heemskerk, Frank Koolen, Meinke ten Have, Elise 't Hart, Kees de Klein, Zoro Feigl, Christine Bax, Jorrit Paaijmans, Jeroen van der Hulst, Dario Bongiovanni, Kim David Bots, Koen Coppens, Marcelo Rezende, Noor Sanders, Philippa Lorenzen, Olivier Otten, Daphne Heemskerk, Füsun Türetken, Lara Tolman, Selina Parr, Clément Périssé, Federico Martelli, Golnar Abassi, Natasha Marie Llorens, Ephraim Joris, Katja Dendulk






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The Other Room



You find yourself in a room. Something in this room reminds you of a staircase leading you underground, below street level. The presence of a certain scent in the room, perhaps, evoking this sensation. You remember how the compressed floor beneath you made your steps bounce around and multiply as you walked down the stairs. The warm scent of your skin in summer, linked to a heightened level of serotonins, the result of a vitamin D overdose. Gradually this mixture of olfactory sensations morph into a pleasurable intoxication of dampness. You feel the humid air reaching the back of your throat while you inhale and taste it as you try to capture the place. Steams of cool breezes reach out to your face, feeling almost as if being carried, enshrouded by a more substantial, warmer breeze. The miniature strands of cold breeze are clearly perceptible, however you sense that the warmth surrounding it is dominating. You don’t shiver. It is pleasant. It feels like a blanket someone put over your shoulders. Deep down the stairs you vaguely hear a sharp sound piercing through the space. A hum, slowly becoming louder, until only the deepest bass remains. You snap out of this memory, fully aware, back again in the room. For a moment you are unsure if your hands are still part of your body. You hold one of them in front of you, placing it against the wall. The wall feels like a magnet. An ice-cold magnet that does not seem to pull, but instead freezes your position. The blanket slowly starts to slip away from your shoulders. The wall reminds you how you were unable to open your eyes last night. The blanket suddenly falls and folds on the floor behind you. Dark, damp tones invade your senses. Now you shiver. The convulsions free you from your frozen state. You look at the wall. Into the wall. And Down. Inwards. You can now clearly see an entrance opening up before you. Where, exactly up until a moment ago, the wall used to be. You gaze into the darkness as the entranceway keeps stretching further inwards, deeper, up until the point where it is difficult to make out any detail. The only light-source emanates from the room in which you are still standing. The cold air curls around your fingers. You look at your hand. It is still in front of you, but there is nothing surrounding it. The dark gradient of the entranceway behind serves as a backdrop. White strands of fog move towards you. As you blink it seems as if the wall suddenly reappeared, only to vanish at the moment your eyes are fully open again. You already took a step forward and are now standing at the threshold, in the very position previously taken up by the wall. The silhouette of your body blocks the light-source in the room behind you and you can now see even less than before. It is a lot steeper than it seemed. Steep and silent. However there is something, faint, far away, and as you listen, straining your ears, it seems to fill up your eardrums. Sounding as if the floor is being beaten with a wooden stick, at an increasingly faster pace. The sound seems to move, making you feel as if it is coming from a gigantic space beneath you. It is a sharp echoing sound that slowly transforms as it moves, becoming thicker and deeper, changing into a saturated metallic roar . The algae engorged walls on both sides seem to rumble. Your eyes seem to palpitate as you try to pry deeper into the darkness. Part of you is descending down this path. Part of you is still in the room, standing in front of the wall. The concrete beneath your feet feels solid and spongy at the same time. You realise that, even though you are descending deeper and deeper, you can still see up to the length of an arm in front of you. The further you go, the more varied the colours of the algae become. Curious about how deep in you are, you try to look over your shoulder. However it is impossible to turn your head and look back in the direction from which you came. It does not feel as though the muscles in your neck are stiff, but rather as if the signal from your brain is not reaching your muscles. You keep walking. Downwards. Inwards. Unaware of how long you have been traveling along this narrow path. Slowly realising that you are approaching a much larger space, on the threshold the sound of your footsteps suddenly change. There is an echo to them, an echo that extends and slowly fades away. The roaring sound returns, accompanied by the scent of burned rubber penetrating your nostrils. Now closer, sounding like it is surrounding you. You squint your eyes but the archway in front of you is shrouded in darkness. As you take your first step through the arch, you sense that you are far away, as far away as can possibly be. Without realising, you are already further inside than you thought. Already in the much larger room, you swiftly turn around. But you can no longer see the arch. All that remains is an oily darkness surrounding you. The roar swells. Your panicked turn and the absence of any landmarks has made it impossible for you to remember the direction from which you came. You are not even sure if your eyes are open at all.

Ingmar König, april 2019