artć + societate / arts + society #38, 2011 20 lei / 11 €, 14 USD - idea
artć + societate / arts + society #38, 2011 20 lei / 11 €, 14 USD - idea
artć + societate / arts + society #38, 2011 20 lei / 11 €, 14 USD - idea
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– Interesantæ relaflie între tine øi <strong>societate</strong>a asta!<br />
– Da, încæ sînt în cæutæri, încerc sæ înfleleg øi rolul meu de artist, de producætor de<br />
obiecte culturale, producætor de noi perspective øi puncte de vedere. Øi nu înfleleg<br />
de ce trebuie sæ produc ceva. De ce nu pot decît consuma? Oricum lucrul æsta îmi<br />
place cel mai mult. De ce trebuie ca dupæ ce am consumat cærfli, filme, reviste, lucræri<br />
de artæ, de design interior, pæreri øi comentarii, sæ îmi spun pærerea faflæ de ceea<br />
ce am consumat? Eventual, fiindcæ sînt artist, într-o altæ lucrare de artæ?<br />
– Pæi pentru cæ existæ un echilibru pe care îl gæseøti øi în naturæ sau în budism, calea<br />
de mijloc sau poteca auritæ, în care vezi cæ ceea ce se consumæ trebuie produs la loc,<br />
cæ oricum echilibrul æsta e destul de precar øi cæ dacæ se balanseazæ prea mult apar<br />
tot felul de calamitæfli naturale. Este un principiu de bazæ, nu? Øi fiindcæ totul funcflioneazæ<br />
pe baza acestui principiu de atîflia ani, înseamnæ cæ e ceva de capul lui. Spune-mi<br />
despre literaturæ, am væzut peretele bleu cu întîlnirea „accidentalæ“ dintre tine<br />
øi Virginia Woolf. De ce V. Woolf?<br />
– În expoziflia din Amsterdam am prezentat doar luna octombrie. Dintr-o puræ<br />
coincidenflæ, am dat, chiar la începutul lunii, peste cærflile Virginiei Woolf într-o bibliotecæ<br />
localæ dæræpænatæ øi am decis cæ trebuie – vezi, iaræøi acest cuvînt – sæ citesc<br />
toate romanele, eseurile sau jurnalele ei. Acum, imagineazæ-fli cæ bibliotecile<br />
noastre de cartier au ræmas cu cærflile de pe vremea lui Ceauøescu, rar se mai aduce<br />
ceva nou, aøa cæ în ziua aceea am plecat færæ tragere de inimæ la biblioteca localæ<br />
ca sæ caut ceva scriitori moderniøti. Virginia Woolf apare, aøadar, pe peretele bleu<br />
pentru cæ am citit foarte mult despre øi de ea, în luna aceea. Øi este printre scriitorii<br />
mei favorifli.<br />
– De ce?<br />
– Pentru cæ este incredibil de puternicæ, de ascuflitæ intelectual, chiar tæioasæ pentru<br />
perioada aceea postvictorianæ. Cu toate cæ øi scrierile ei sînt pluøate, diafane øi<br />
civilizate, lucruri care flin de materialitatea vremii respective, subteran gæseøti un rîu<br />
foarte negricios, critic øi maliflios, acel flux al conøtiinf<strong>lei</strong>, acea trezire øi privire rece<br />
asupra vieflii psihologice, asupra timpului øi asupra schimbærilor pe care el le produce.<br />
Citindu-i øi jurnalele, din pæcate varianta mai veche, cenzuratæ de soflul ei, Leonard,<br />
am ræmas fascinatæ de seriozitatea aproape masochistæ cu care îøi analizeazæ scrisul<br />
øi dezvoltærile tehnice ale limbajului, de importanfla pe care o acordæ cuvîntului, nu<br />
sensului lui, ci melodiei, øtii cæ ea scrie foarte muzical, urmærind un ritm, øi nu o intrigæ;<br />
cuvîntului în sine, cu ceea ce el confline mai presus de efectul botezator, de numire<br />
a lucrurilor, oamenilor sau stærilor sufleteøti. Cred cæ ea iubeøte tocmai aceastæ substanflæ<br />
solidæ a unui cuvînt, golitæ de orice legæturæ cu ceva cognoscibil. Ador independenfla<br />
ei sexualæ & materialæ, iar eseul „A Room of One’s Own“ e unul fabulos<br />
pentru acea epocæ conservatoare. Apoi gæsesc foarte apetisante încercærile ei de<br />
a înregistra, diseca, înflelege øi descrie lucruri impalpabile cum ar fi viafla sau timpul.<br />
În mare, se spune cæ a eøuat în aceste încercæri; mie tocmai aceste experimente<br />
sortite oarecum eøecului mi se par interesante. Iar Valurile este pur øi simplu o bijuterie.<br />
Mæ mai atrage øi aspectul psihologic, comunicærile pe deasupra limbajului dintre<br />
personajele sale. V. Woolf este destul de interiorizatæ, ceea ce face ca scrisul ei<br />
sæ fie mai concentrat, mai scurt øi mai sacadat.<br />
– Væd cæ vorbeøti de ea la timpul prezent.<br />
– fii se pare cæ a murit?<br />
– Ce alfli scriitori, care au murit biologic, dar pe care continui sæ îi bænuieøti în viaflæ<br />
îfli mai plac?<br />
– Ha, ha! Subtila ta ironie nu face decît sæ mæ flateze! Øtii cæ Stuart era numele unui<br />
øoricel alb cu baschefli roøii øi pantaloni scurfli albaøtri pe o placæ de skateboard?<br />
– Bine, atunci ce scriitori morfli sau nu biologic, dar pe care continui sæ-i bænuieøti în<br />
viaflæ îfli mai plac?<br />
scena<br />
points of view. And I really don’t understand, why must I produce<br />
something? Why can’t I just consume? Anyway this is the thing I like<br />
to do best. Why, after having consumed books, movies, magazines,<br />
art works, interior design, opinions and commentaries, do I have to<br />
say my opinion on what I’ve just consumed? And, since I’m an artist,<br />
should it be expressed in another work of art?<br />
– Well, because there is a balance also found in nature and in<br />
Buddhism, the middle way or the golden path, teaching you that<br />
whatever is consumed must be replaced. Anyway this balance is<br />
rather precarious and if there is too much swinging a lot of natural<br />
calamities will appear. It’s a basic principle, isn’t it? And since everything<br />
functions according to this principle for so many years, that<br />
means that it is worth something. Let’s talk about literature, I’ve seen<br />
on the blue wall the “accidental meeting” between you and Virginia<br />
Woolf. Why V. Woolf?<br />
– In the Amsterdam exhibition I’ve only exhibited the month of<br />
October. Out of pure coincidence I’ve fallen upon the books of<br />
Virginia Woolf in a local shattered library, and I decided that I must<br />
– you see, this word again, read all her novels, essays, journals.<br />
You have to know that the books from our district libraries date back<br />
to the Ceauøescu era, rarely something new is brought, so that day<br />
I left for the library with no enthusiasm at all. I was looking for some<br />
modern writers. Virginia Woolf appears on the blue wall because I’ve<br />
read a lot about and by her that month. And she is one of my<br />
favourites writers.<br />
– Why?<br />
– Because she is incredibly strong, intellectually sharp, even cutting<br />
for those post Victorian times. Even though her writings are velvety,<br />
translucent and civilised, which is specific to the materiality of that<br />
era, you can find, in the underground, a black, critical and mischievous<br />
river, that stream of consciousness, that awakening and cold<br />
look on psychological life, on time and the changes it causes.<br />
I’ve also read her journals, unfortunately the older version censored<br />
by her husband, Leonard, and I was fascinated by the almost masochistic<br />
seriousness with which she used to analyse her writing and<br />
her technical development of language, by the importance she gave<br />
to the word, not to its meaning, but to its music. She writes very<br />
musically, you know, following a rhythm, not a plot. She is interested<br />
in the word itself, in what it contains more than its baptising effect,<br />
that of naming things, people or emotions. I think she loves this very<br />
solid substance of a word, emptied of any link to anything recognisable.<br />
I love her sexual and material independence, and the essay<br />
“A Room of One’s Own” is simply fabulous for those conservative<br />
times. Then I think her endeavours to register, dissect, understand<br />
and depict impalpable things such as life or time are very appealing.<br />
They say she generally failed in this attempts, for me these very<br />
experiments doomed to failure seem interesting. And The Waves is<br />
a jewel, really. I’m also interested in the psychological aspect, in the<br />
communication beyond language between her characters. V. Woolf<br />
is pretty interiorised, which makes her writing more concentrated,<br />
shorter and more abrupt.<br />
– I see you are speaking about her in present time.<br />
– Why, do you think of her as dead?<br />
– What other writers, biologically dead, but whom you consider still<br />
alive do you like?<br />
– Ha, ha! Your subtle irony is flattering me. Did you know Stuart is<br />
the name of a little white mouse with red sneakers and blue short<br />
pants on a skateboard?<br />
– Well then, what other writers, biologically dead or not, whom you<br />
still think alive do you like?<br />
– Well, after I discovered V. Woolf’s books, I logically followed up<br />
with T. S. Eliot and James Joyce, Lawrence, Jane Austen and so on.<br />
I still avoid Shakespeare for he was much too recommended by all<br />
modern writers in their books, he’s much too promoted, I also like<br />
Fitzgerald and some contemporary Japanese writers whose names<br />
are impossible to memorize.<br />
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