26 februari 2014

Charline von Heyl #2


Charline von Heyl studio, 2009.

" The idea of the “studio” is as much a fantasy as the idea of the “artist” is a fantasy.
Both cease to exist when the work begins.
If there is work, there is no studio, there is no artist.

The stage of the studio is necessary, though, to enjoy the tortures of procrastination,
for the enactment of the melodrama of solitude,
for the playing out of visual monologues.

It is an anachronistic luxury to have studio-time and studio-space for the celebration of perpetual creative crisis,
for the charging and discharging of moods, and for the invention of feelings.
Being aware of this probably accounts for always feeling slightly guilty while in there as well.

The studio is the claustrophobic vault of the self-feeding vampire.
It is the stew-dio ... an alchemic laboratory for inspiration, stagnation,
confrontation, resignation, procrastination, contamination, inflation,
reflection, intoxication, regression, invention.

The “studio,” with its excess of presence, invents the “artist,”
feeds pictures and movies to the hungry eye.
The raw silence at night. Poussin called it silence panique,
the empty canvases.

But the studio full of new paintings: hall of mirrors, royal pleasure, Versailles.

The studio initiates work as finally the only way out of the swamp of self.
The jump to action from the pull of the sofa is an act of survival,
a leap to freedom, the jump into the abyss, the fall into the sky.
It is breaking out of the prison of the studio into the freedom of the work." (uit: The Studio Reader, On the Space of Artists, uitg: University of Chicago Press, tekst: Charline von Heyl)








Visite de l'atelier de Charline von Heyl, 2011(?). (bron: Accident de Parcours Nantes<>Marfa)

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