Exhibitions, Mexico, Guadalajara, 29 June 2014
WITHOUT STYLE
Eros is the precondition of thought. Without the desire for a loved one who is the other, there is no possibility of philosophy.
Byung-Chul Han
Who wove the nest? Who carved wood frame and jaguar? Who sewed the eyes of screw-on cap? Who planted the tree and who varnished plate? Who birds embroidered tablecloth? Who polished obsidian to make it look great? Who imagined the printed textiles and plastic animals?
Style does not exist.
Jan Brueghel paid Rubens to paint flowers in his paintings. Willem de Kooning thought that the style is a dictator, and Winckelmann imagined classical Greece that still lives in our collective memory.
The style is identity and dissolution of the self. It is a refuge and a catapult. A burden and a spur. It is a string of coincidences. Style does not exist. And, if it exists, must be killed soon.
Among the romantic notion of the artistic subject, subjectivity and individuality, and postmodern cynicism that comes from dissolving, paradoxically, the greatest of ensimismamientos ... between these two dramatic and ends in your self eschatological completion decadent, Maniera is built. Since hope is now completely revolutionary. And from a genuine concern for the other, something even weirder, each artist works with his colleagues as the north of the compass. Give up something for the other. Through dialogue, activity sometimes painful, sometimes difficult, involving abandonment generosity and if we want a real dialogue, of course-.
Style does not exist. And, if it exists, must be killed soon. But please, do it from eros.
Beatriz Bastarrica, June 2014.
Eros is the precondition of thought. Without the desire for a loved one who is the other, there is no possibility of philosophy.
Byung-Chul Han
Who wove the nest? Who carved wood frame and jaguar? Who sewed the eyes of screw-on cap? Who planted the tree and who varnished plate? Who birds embroidered tablecloth? Who polished obsidian to make it look great? Who imagined the printed textiles and plastic animals?
Style does not exist.
Jan Brueghel paid Rubens to paint flowers in his paintings. Willem de Kooning thought that the style is a dictator, and Winckelmann imagined classical Greece that still lives in our collective memory.
The style is identity and dissolution of the self. It is a refuge and a catapult. A burden and a spur. It is a string of coincidences. Style does not exist. And, if it exists, must be killed soon.
Among the romantic notion of the artistic subject, subjectivity and individuality, and postmodern cynicism that comes from dissolving, paradoxically, the greatest of ensimismamientos ... between these two dramatic and ends in your self eschatological completion decadent, Maniera is built. Since hope is now completely revolutionary. And from a genuine concern for the other, something even weirder, each artist works with his colleagues as the north of the compass. Give up something for the other. Through dialogue, activity sometimes painful, sometimes difficult, involving abandonment generosity and if we want a real dialogue, of course-.
Style does not exist. And, if it exists, must be killed soon. But please, do it from eros.
Beatriz Bastarrica, June 2014.
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