Showing posts with label Louise Bourgeois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Louise Bourgeois. Show all posts

10.10.16

Either or. Fleeting moments in the SMK























Rodin valued his drawing drive as a central trope to his art. "It is very simple. My drawings are the key to my work."  Like visual notes meant to capture human life, human energy, his drawings are infused with desire and transgressive elements flowing onto the paper. Apparently Louise Bougeois was constantly deprecating her drawings. She described her diaristic approach to drawing as "just a little help." She denied to the fleeting act of drawing the "power of exorcism" that she could look for and find into sculpture. Like a fragile handwriting they seem to retain au fil de l'eau her daily stream of consciousness. They are all the more precious because they enclose transient states of mood and obsessions as if they were shorthand notes for the Living.

I can't really understand it but I can feel it. There is always a phantom that prowls around when you are engaging with writing whatever the level you are involved in. For me he/she is now taking the form of collage and reminiscence, something hidden like a pearl in an oyster. Something like a shadow or a fall. Something that is.





SMK 

Statens Museum for Kunst



Sølvgade 48-50



København K









22 September 2016 – 15 January 2017




Title. Kierkegaard Shadow



4.10.15

Utterly Blue, Glorying White











Do you know the New York sky? You should, it is 

supposed to be known. It is outsanding. It is a serious

thing. Can you remember the Paris sky? How unreliable, 

most of the time gray, often warm and damp, never quite

perfect, indulging  in clouds and shades; rain, breeze and

sun sometimes managing to appear together. But the New

York sky is blue, utterly blue. The light is white, a 

glorying white and the air is strong and it is healthy too. 

There is no foolishness about that sky. It is a beautiful

 thing. It is pure. 





Louise Bourgeois, the puritan



Photograph :  Louise Bourgeois, Repairs in the sky from the series What is the Shape of this Problem, 1999 © Moma

   

10.12.13

The Search For Home. Claudia Drake's Collages


Non seulement nos souvenirs mais nos oublis sont logés. Notre inconscient est logé. Notre  âme est une demeure. Et en nous souvenant des maisons, des chambres, nous apprenons à demeurer en nous-mêmes.

 Gaston Bachelard





1991, atelier de Brooklyn. Je suis intrigué par la maquette en plâtre d'une grande maison ancienne posée sur une table devant la fenêtre. Je suis surpris par la précision de la facture, d'un réalisme inhabituel. 
"C'est la maison de mes parents à Choisy, je l'ai refaite de mémoire et en m'aidant de photographies, mais il y a ici un espace dont je ne me souviens pas très bien, dit-elle en désignant une terrasse au deuxième étage. Ce n'était pas symétrique. Il faudrait vérifier, pouvez-vous y aller quand vous serez à Paris, prenez des photos, je dois absolument vérifier comment c'était exactement." (Louise Bourgeois n'est plus jamais revenue en Europe après l'inauguration, en 1990, de sa rétrospective à Lyon, puis à Barcelone). De retour à Paris, je suis allé à Choisy, Louise m'avait donné l'adresse, 4 avenue de Villeneuve-Saint-Georges à Choisy-le-Roy. Mais déception, la maison n'existait plus, elle avait été détruite et remplacée par un Théâtre baptisé du nom de Paul Eluard. Quand Louise Bourgeois a une idée en tête, elle ne pense plus qu'à cela. A cette époque, elle recevait aussi régulièrement la visite de Mâkhi Xenakis qui vivait alors à New-York. Louise envoya aussi Mâkhi à la recherche de la maison de Choisy. Mâkhi prit des photos de ce qui restait: un bout de jardin, quelques arbres ayant survécu, envoya les photographies à Louise, puis lui téléphona pour lui expliquer la situation. Mâkhi raconte que Louise resta muette. Quelques semaines plus tard, de retour à New-York, me trouvant de nouveau devant la maquette de la maison, je commente  la situation et naïvement je lui dis: "Mais elle est très bien comme ça votre maison, le souvenir est plus important que la réalité, la maison dont vous vous souvenez c'est vraiment votre maison." Elle se fâche: "Vous n'avez rien compris, ça ne doit pas être seulement à peu près exact,ça doit être absolument exact."
La maison est demeurée ainsi, elle a été refaite en marbre blanc, elle trône derrière le grillage d'une cellule, surmontée du couperet d'une guillotine. le couperet du présent qui relègue le passé. C'est la Cellule Choisy. (...)

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"I need my memories, they are my documents", elle l'a écrit, elle l'a même brodé en rouge. Son oeuvre se fonde sur les souvenirs, mais il faut des documents, des preuves tangibles. La mémoire est infidèle et l'infidélité n'est pas tolérable.



Jean Frémon, Louise Bourgeois femme maison, L'échoppe, 2008



 Claudia Drake, The Search for Home, 2009
Digital Collage, 8” x 10”, Limited Edition Print




23.5.12

Trauma. Louise Bourgeois's Transparency



"My childhood has never lost its magic, it has never lost its mystery and it has never lost its drama.” 










Robert Mapplethorpe, Louise Bourgeois with Fillette1982
© The Estate of Robert Mapplethorpe







The story of this photograph is actually quite complicated. When Mapplethorpe approached us to make this portrait, I was a little apprehensive….Instead of being photographed candidly in my own studio, I had to go to Mapplethorpe’s studio. That is how it is with highly-professional photographers …they work on their own terms and operate from their own studio. It was up to us to go there. That gives me stress.
So I prepared with Jerry Gorovoy and appeared as scheduled at Mapplethorpe’s studio. This is my attitude towards men, you have to be prepared and work at it.  It is a very strange attitude, but it is consistent. You have to prepare everything. You have to feed them, tell them they are great, you literally have to take care of them. They constantly get insulted, they turn what you say into the opposite. I mean, it’s really a job.
So on the day of this appointment at Robert’s studio, I thought, ‘What can we bring? What prop can we bring?’…So I got Fillette (1968), which is a sculpture of mine, which was hanging among others. I knew I would get comfort from holding and rocking the piece. Actually my work is more me than my physical presence. So the sculpture is in the background of the photograph.
You see the triple image of the man you have to take care of, of the child you have to take care of, and of the photographer you have to take care of.
 From MacDowell Medal Acceptance Speech by Louise Bourgeois, August 1990 in  Louise Bourgeois,  Phaidon,  131     


In her essay "Representation of the Penis", Mira Schor wrote  of Louise Bourgeois's sculpture, Fillette:  “This penis is everything: as Fillette/little girl it is the baby as penis substitute, as rugged depiction of a stiff penis and big balls it is a sexual instrument of pleasure … and as creator of this polysexual object, which she cradles in her arms, Bourgeois is indeed the all-powerful phallic mother.” in Wet, 34




*Epigraph in Louise Bourgeois: Destruction of the Father/Reconstruction of the Father; Writings and Interviews 1923-1997, edition Marie-Laure Bernadac and Hans-Ulrich Obrist, 1998.