Call meIts either filthy thoughts or intellectual blah-blah, and nothing in between. Look closer. More closer. Look at me! You hear me?! If theres any reason for me to be ashamed, its you. The only reason Im standing in front of the town hall is because I happened to have been created by a world-famous sculptor: Rodin, the genius of deep emotions and existential gestures. Yeah right. The way Im standing here, Rodin is the only person whos never once laid a finger on me.
Roosegaarde en RodinZoon van de romantiek. Vader van het modernisme. Grootvader van het postmodernisme. Overgrootvader van de beeldvorming. De mythe van Rodin is er sterk genoeg voor. Hoe het Roosegaarde zal vergaan hangt na College Tour vooral van hemzelf af. Roosegaarde maakt zich in heleboel opzichten los van de kunst, maar aan één ding blijft hij vasthouden: een persoonsgebonden kunstenaarschap. Dat wringt.
Untitled (Staphorst)In this mediation between being and non-being we can do nothing else than continually behave as camera-genic as possible. See and be seen via the image has become a cultural and existential duty. This primacy of image and visibility however is no universal, natural condition: Islams interdict on images originally, according to the second commandment, also applied to Christendom.