"Rescue me and deliver me from you babe
. Seeking
that light today.
Just save me from all the dreams of gray
(Luis Alberto Spinetta Song night in Pan ).
the bathroom with four women, mine and my three daughters, and fought with the remnants of his profuse hair, which every so clogged the bathtub drain. Take them out is a task that falls to me and always surprises me that despite these heads from love, I must overcome an initial reluctance. The surprise is that the hair is clearly not leading to rejection, but the fact that you are away from their natural position. The break is a reliable source of horror.
"So far no one has determined what the power of a body, what else can this do or not do without being determined by the Mind." This affirmation of Spinoza repeatedly came to my attention while visiting the exhibition of Louise Bourgeois in Proa. His sculptures push the limit further doubts of the philosopher. How far a body can still be called "body."
this artist's work, beyond their obvious resonances dream, seems to lead to limit the possibilities of the body as expressive material. First from the various materials that were presented, ranging from the soft cloth filled up the most perfect and polished brass. The pieces seem to bend to what each material offers a possibility. The extreme and surprising accuracy of hysteria Arco, a golden arched headless body was going to spring silence another head, crying drowned in foam.
The exhibition is a journey between pieces of bodies, many of them hanging from the ceiling, and in slaughterhouses around the childhood home of the artist. Bodies that appear to have been subjected to all kinds of operations, which include amputation, repetition, cannibalism and scaling. Often these become unrecognizable and the parties must rise to the whole difficulty, others must resort to theft or abrupt reduction.
Anyway, never appealed to deformation, just isolated parts or organs such as polyps multiply out of control. No son cuerpos deformados, sino faltantes o sobrantes. Están desprovistos de identidad, bien sea porque se les ha suprimido la cabeza o porque esta permanece indefinida en los rasgos anónimos que provee el modelado de la tela. Su falta de rostro no hace más que acentuar su condición exclusivamente material. Se trata de cuerpos, no de personas.
Resulta que Louise Bourgeois extrae sus esculturas de su propio inconsciente. Esas imágenes mutiladas provienen de las profundidades oscuras del trauma de una infancia infeliz. No encarnan denuncias de tipo social ni reflejan el mundo exterior, sino el de su propia mente, lo cual hace que todo resulte aún más inquietante. Sus fantasmas puede que agiten los nuestros.
The show begins with the vast Spider , escaped from a super Saturday action, guarding the entrance. A tribute to the mother's protective under which it is possible shelter. Thus the investment is completed, the reassuring human body is disturbing, and the spider, close and maternal. Perhaps
still unanswered is the question of what a body can, but it is clearer what can a mind. Especially if that evil is subject to discipline called psychoanalysis. Of course, unless one finds, to save the shortcut magnificent art.
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