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11:00AM GMT/UTC 30th Apr 2022

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Ballad

Silhouetted against a burning sky, German artist Torben Giehler’s newest limited edition ‘Ballad’ is dropping this week at Nelly Duff.

X4 Editions Released

Ballad – Standard

Ballad – Hand Finished

Ballad – XL

Ballad – XL Hand Finished

Ballad – Standard

by Torben Giehler

Edition of:40
Dimensions:56.5 × 80.4 cm
Medium: Flatbed Print with Textured Silver and Gloss Varnish Silkscreen Layers

£545.00

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Ballad – Hand Finished

by Torben Giehler

Edition of:4
Dimensions:56.5 × 80.4 cm
Medium: Flatbed Print with Textured Silver and Gloss Varnish Silkscreen Layers, Hand-Finished by the Artist with Acrylic Paint

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Ballad – XL

by Torben Giehler

Edition of:25
Dimensions:92.4 × 133 cm
Medium: Flatbed Print with Textured Silver and Gloss Varnish Silkscreen Layers

£1,200.00

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Ballad – XL Hand Finished

by Torben Giehler

Edition of:8
Dimensions:133 × 92.4 cm
Medium: Flatbed Print with Textured Silver and Gloss Varnish Silkscreen Layers, Hand-Finished by the Artist with Acrylic Paint

£1,595.00

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One of Berlin-based painter Torben Giehler’s boldest editions yet, here the stunning and dramatic mountain-scape of the Bernese Alps stands theatrically against a burning orange sky based on Giehler’s original large scale painting. A four-part series, we’ll be releasing standard, XL and hand finished editions of both sizes.

No matter your wall size, there will be room for these flaming, archivally printed editions.

Releasing exclusively at Nelly Duff, 11am BST Saturday 30th April

Giehler based his original painting on the 1986 song of the same name ‘Ballad’ by English punk band New Model Army, the lyrics of which although being 30 years old are still chillingly relevant today.

 

 BALLAD

(1986, Justin Sullivan)

When they look back at us and they write down their history

What will they say about our generation?
We’re the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing
Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits we’ve been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But still we can’t feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless and unsatisfied

I was never much one for the great “Big Bang” theory
Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours
Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, never to return
The affair it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we’re doing

I stand on these hills and I watch Her at night

A thousands square miles, a million orange lights
Wounded and scarred, She lies silent in pain
Raped and betrayed in the cold acid rain
And I wish and I wish
We could start over again
Yes I wish and I wish
We could win back Her love once again