The paralysis had set in around mid May. A sensation of numbing began in my fingertips at first, it felt like I was typing in thimbles. As it crept up my hands I was holding pencils with mittens, (Kevlar mittens). Soon my arms in plaster, legs in concrete, torso in a fat-suit and my head in dough. Little got through this get-up and there was nothing whatsoever coming out. Continue reading →

The object as a medium of transference

“With regard to African sculpture we have to stop being afraid of feeling ignorant and let it get inside of us; Continue reading →

“I don’t always need the human body to talk about humanity.”  March 2011, Interview with Berlinde de Bruyckere

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“My goal is to achieve analogies for how I feel our world functions.  Continue reading →

“The inner life of this world was entirely hidden: nothing was allowed to spill out from its allotted space; all circuitry, all conduits, all the accumulated stuff that attaches itself to an everyday life remained concealed, held in, snapped shut. Every surface was a closed, impenetrable façade: cupboards were disguised as walls, there were no clues or handles or anything to distinguish one surface from another; just as there were no protrusions, neither was there a single visible aperture. In this way, openness really was an illusion maintained by closure, simplicity was ridiculously overcomplicated, and unadorned clarity was made hopelessly confusing. You really could become lost in this apparently blank and empty white space.”

David Batchelor, excerpt from Chromophobia, London: Reaktion, 2000, p18