Marcel Börlin

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Dimensions : 22 cm x 9 cm x 9 cm (Height, Width, Depth)
Weight : 1.7 kg
Year : 2019
Material : Metal
Technique : Iron casting
Style : modern, abstract, contemporary, figurative

Marcel Börlin

Marcel Börlin

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The Ballet Dancer
The Ballet Dancer - a Male Figure 1/3 life-size in bronze. Limited edition of 7 available (1/7 already sold) Mounted on black Granite Base
André Prinsloo, Bronze, Granite
Moluccan Canoe
For the Utrecht city project 'Street wise', I was asked to create a work of art based on the street name Molukkenstraat. It is a facade stone that hangs on the wall of my home / studio, close to the street sign. This sculpture is part of the GPS tour through the Lombok district in Utrecht. Made by Peter Dubois in collaboration with Kosmopolis Utrecht. Watch the video below and hear the story behind the image. Video GPStour Lombok from Peter dubois on Vimeo
Fieke de Roij, Stone, Stone
Siedlung
Gewachsene Strukturen und die Beziehungen der Menschen prägen den Mikrokosmos einer Siedlung auf engstem Raum. Dieser wandelt ständig sein Erscheinungsbild nach allen Seiten durch Zuzug, Wegzug, Neubau, Verfall, Zerstörung und Lückenfüllung. Zudem wirken globale Entscheidungen und Einflüsse von außen. Das Wechselspiel von inneren und äußeren Vorgängen gibt jeder Siedlung ihre einzigartige Historie und Gestalt.
Ilka Raupach, Wood, Wood
Der Grübler
Gipsvormodell für eine 2m hohe Skulptur / Kubismus
Andreas Rimpel, Plaster, Clay
in einem fremden Wasser
in einem fremden Wasser lockende Gewächse recken ihre Fühler aus dem Nass erblühen glänzend weiß wiegen sich im Strom schlingen, winden, greifen schließen in die Arme ziehen hinab in den getrübten Grund aquamediale, Lübben/Spreewald
Ilka Raupach, Plastics, Mixed Media
aufbewahrt
Baltischer Bernstein – Tränen der Sonne, 4 Vogelobjekte je ca. 9 x 5 x 2 cm
Ilka Raupach, Natural materials
Textur
Anröchter Dolomit (Kalksandstein) Als Eckenbrecher Gesägt und geschliffen
Friedrich Vossel, Stone, Natural materials
Amsterdam primordial soup
Commissioned by Bouwinvest, designed by Paul Whalen. In the center of Amsterdam. This "oldfashioned" passage depicts the history of water and our relationship to it. The floor is made from terazzo, the handglazed tiles in 15 shades going from green to brown are decorated with gold, the 3 triptychs gigantic mirrors are sandblasted and painted from the back, in the middle there is a bronze fishhead shaped fountain, there are specail chandeliers made of bicycle parts and to top it off the ceiling is made of glass mosaic.
Iris Roskam, Bronze, Glass
In my hands
Arme, Originalgröße, auf Sockel montiert, Silikon und PU-Schaum
Lisa Büscher, Plastics, Others
Ode to the women of Den Helder
Dedicated to the women who live the harsh coastal life where the sea gives and takes. Commissioned by Helder Vastgoed, 3 50ties social housing flats got a make-over and were decorated with metal window frames, various ceramic surfaces, a gigantic one at the end facade and adorned with phosphorescent blown glass bubbles.
Iris Roskam, Metal, Glass
Mupfel
Organic media sculpture - Skulptur mit einer Haut oder Panzer aus Schwertmuscheln und einem Fernsehmonitor mit Wasserstrukturen / sculpture with sword shell skin and video monitor displaying ocean textures
Tina Zimmermann, Natural materials, Mixed Media
An outcast sanctuary
Skatepark on Zeeburgereiland in Amsterdam, commissioned by the city of Amsterdam. 12 tile panels were printed with glaze after drawings were colored in with ballpoint to resemble delft blue. 135m1 of 2,5x2,5 tiles 8 high were put around the pools. Because the surfaces were scatered the park is considered as a giant organism with holes were you can see inside. Skaters were in the early eighties not very popular so in the drawings you'll find other outcast such as pigeons, woodlice and trash.
Iris Roskam, Ceramics
Head 5
cast, handbuilt, terracotta, combustible materials, engobes, photo © Marco Wittkowski
Babette Martini, Ceramics, Clay
The Gold Rabbit ( Bronze Limited Edition 1/6)
The Gold Rabbit ... He popped out, just like that, one day, from my hat: sitting still and attentive... One ear more or less tilted depending on the secret that one confides in him and the material in which he is made to appear : A body made of plexiglass, carbon, steel, or aluminium... Why not a Golden Rabbit or a Silver Rabbit ? ...A few sleights of hand... Open your eyes now ! “The Rabbit” can be on a human scale or monumental, its dimensions will measure up with our dreams, whoever we are … ... “God is always doing geometry” wrote Plato. Joy now has a figure, a form, and volumes... Happiness is no longer an abstraction: it has a depth to it and four feet, that one just needs to caress to get a feel of bliss... ...A Rabbit like an ancient offering... A kind of Trojan Rabbit to let you into Wonderland... Soft and sweet... No one must be late when it comes to getting a kick out of life, repeats the Rabbit, at the entrance to the warren... The complicit wink of women, the lustful smile of men... ...The Rabbit at the “Origin of the World”, hidden behind the “Cony” of the Middle Ages... The “Cony” that naughty lads pushed into a metaphor and slid betwixt the thighs of lewd lasses... The “Cony” that lost, over time and at the razor’s edge, its ending in French, along with its last bits of hair... The “Cunt” revealed... ...The Rabbit of the « Garden of Delights »... Bosch’s Paradise within reach... A Rabbit sent down from Heaven … Happiness erected, one day, into a Cathedral... Stained-glass windows, to illuminate it… ...A prayer and a final sleight of hand... A herd of Rabbits coming out of the hat... Happiness multiplied... Rabbits of all sizes, each of them unique, sitting still, and attentive...
Denis Defrancesco, Bronze, Plaster
heading for a new future
acryl painting on paper and textile, epoxy, 3D / 2020
Aurelia van der Burght, Paper, Textile
“The shadow of Orpheus and Eurydice”
This is a unique work. © Protected by copyright. This sculpture is part of a series of sculptures that take sequences from the narrative context of legends of ancient Greek civilization and sculpt the result of my imagination in a new way of seeing in the modern era, different, sometimes suggesting movement in the process of metamorphosis. The ancient Greeks understood that all human dramas revolve around the ubiquitous and inevitable experience of loss. Greek mythology revolves around this essential paradox of human life. Our time is limited, our control is limited and from this is born the great emotion of human existence. We love intensely, because we know that our mastery is weak. The love story of Orpheus and Eurydice exemplifies this principle in all its heartbreaking beauty. According to legend, Eurydice, the wife of Orpheus, dies at their wedding being bitten by a snake. Orpheus prays to the gods to allow him to save her, descending into hell to bring Eurydice back to life. The gods allow him to try, but on one condition - he does not have to look back at his wife who is following him. Orpheus respected this condition until the threshold of hell; but when he was ready to cross the fatal frontier, driven by the fear and impatience of love, he looked back. At that moment, the gods are faithful to their cruel promise, and Eurydice is pulled back into darkness and thus loses his wife a second time. The despair caused by the final loss of Eurydice made Orpheus despise and insult the women of Thrace. Eventually, exasperated, they retaliated by tearing him to pieces, prey to the ecstasy specific to bahic orgies. After his death, the shadow of Orpheus descends underground, into hell, he finds Eurydice, “Then lovingly they wandered side by side/ or he would follow when she chose to lead/ or at another time he walked in front/ looking back, safely,—at Eurydice.”, (Ovid, in "Metamorphoses", the eleventh book). This last passage is the theme of my sculpture: when Orpheus turns his head and looks at Eurydice without fear because the gods could no longer punish him. I sculpted the two characters in unusual shapes because they are both in a dreamlike, unreal environment, in eternity, he is a shadow and she is an illusion. I sculpted the lower half of Orpheus in bas-relief, going through the strange place of hell and the upper part of the body in three dimensions. I sculpted Eurydice with her body shape in the negative. Video: https://youtu.be/9oX3aWzc-2A
Vasile Stefanoiu, Marble, Video
Head 6
cast, handbuilt, terracotta, combustible materials,engobes photo Marco Wittkowski
Babette Martini, Ceramics, Clay
King Kong Balls in the garden
King Kong’s Balls, the Gaze of a King, the Royal Pause for the gallery... Millions of “Likes” as though in praise of: “Everyone can go fuck themselves”... Between Conceit and indifference, a certain idea of freedom cast in bronze... Sculpt and let the sculpture speak for itself... ... Those who will see nothing but its attributes will have seen nothing, understood nothing... A grand show to bug the ‘right-minded’... to deceive fools... A half-smile... ... The coarse illusion of an impudent Monkey... The taunt of Kong to set the art-fair “cheetahs’” tongues wagging, for all the masturbatory bonobos to cop complexes... His balls on the table like coconuts thrown in the faces of conformism... His balls out in the open to hide his butt that no one will ever see... ... The calm resistance of an untamed Monkey... His gaze is elsewhere... Far from the human menagerie, the losers, the unsightly, the dicks and the dickless... Far from this brash theatre, this crass comedy... ... The Kong has a dream... A paradise lost... With no cage and no master... A laugh that we cannot hear... His balls like a gong to summon the great feast...
Denis Defrancesco, Bronze, Bronze
Sexy Lady
Life-sized chocolate sculpture, Carved out of a solid 220 kg block and then decorated and piped by hand with white and dark chocolate. Was created for a TV project with PRO7, Germany.
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Family
A strange family. The relationschip is somewhat undefined but they seem happpy enough.
Bert Poot, Concrete, Others
Alienation (hang man)
Alienation (hang man) is made from used and discarded life saving vests. Forster approaches new material often through careful dismantling and reassembling. The original shape of the vest has been sewn together in a new way and filled with plastic bags. This piece of art is part of a series of seven works. MEasurements and wight vary.
Katharina Forster, Stone, Mixed Media
APOLLO BELVEDERE (Pure White Marble / Edition of 1)
The Apollo of the Belvedere. My Years 1972-1974. Emancipation. ... A Gorgon’s curly mane... The Jim Morrison kind, sculpted with rollers, curls sealed with ammonia... The era’s canon of beauty, homemade-style. The first act of my emancipation... ... I was emerging from a childhood that hadn’t spared the rod… My desires cut short... My hair parted on the side... The front fold of my flannels neatly pressed... Not a word out of place... A stiff and starched, ordered childhood… My Self in the closet... My dreams hidden beneath my pillow... ... A pair of motorbikes rumbling across my nights... Hopper and Fonda’s choppers... A trail of dust... Easy Rider, full speed... Freedom sliding on the road... A pair of runaways opening the way for me ... America, the promised land of my Free Will... ..Music in the distance... Woodstock ‘69... Notes full of mud and fervour... Chords screaming with hope and crying out for liberation .... “Freedom, Freedom, Freedom”... Richie Havens’ improv as a personal message sent to me... “Got it”… ... In my mind, my escape plan... My secret to leave my chrysalid... “A long way from my home”... The immensity of the world before me... A swarm of Butterfly-Women on the horizon... ... Something was growing inside me, piercing beneath my skull, sprouting under my skin... Something dividing and rising... Something flowing out of me... I could feel myself becoming handsome; my wings sprouting... ... Hulk, Apollo, and Nietzsche: there was a bit of each in me... This “superhuman” feeling... Become what you are ... Freedom at age 18... The Door open at last... I was going to become what I am...
Denis Defrancesco, Stone, Marble
Power tree 2.0 with W-Lan antenna
Digitally, totally integrated tree but disconnected from nature. A chocolate-technology mixed sculpture with wires, power plug and antenna. The tree itself is carved, piped and assembled out of 100% chocolate. Stands in a bed of milk chocolate drops.
Gerhard Petzl, Mixed Media, Metal
Der Fisch
Die Skulptur ist einer der Gewinner des Wettbewerbs Kunst im öffentlichen Raum „Am Fluss – im Fluss“ Torgau, des Bund bildender Künstler Leipzig und der Stadt Torgau
Artem Haag, Wood
APOLLO BELVEDERE (Marquina Black Marble / Edition of 1)
... A Gorgon’s curly mane... The Jim Morrison kind, sculpted with rollers, curls sealed with ammonia... The era’s canon of beauty, homemade-style. The first act of my emancipation... ... I was emerging from a childhood that hadn’t spared the rod… My desires cut short... My hair parted on the side... The front fold of my flannels neatly pressed... Not a word out of place... A stiff and starched, ordered childhood… My Self in the closet... My dreams hidden beneath my pillow... ... A pair of motorbikes rumbling across my nights... Hopper and Fonda’s choppers... A trail of dust... Easy Rider, full speed... Freedom sliding on the road... A pair of runaways opening the way for me ... America, the promised land of my Free Will... ..Music in the distance... Woodstock ‘69... Notes full of mud and fervour... Chords screaming with hope and crying out for liberation .... “Freedom, Freedom, Freedom”... Richie Havens’ improv as a personal message sent to me... “Got it”… ... In my mind, my escape plan... My secret to leave my chrysalid... “A long way from my home”... The immensity of the world before me... A swarm of Butterfly-Women on the horizon... ... Something was growing inside me, piercing beneath my skull, sprouting under my skin... Something dividing and rising... Something flowing out of me... I could feel myself becoming handsome; my wings sprouting... ... Hulk, Apollo, and Nietzsche: there was a bit of each in me... This “superhuman” feeling... Become what you are ... Freedom at age 18... The Door open at last... I was going to become what I am...
Denis Defrancesco, Stone, Marble
Emergency car
Chocolate sculpture. A solid block of bloomed chocolate, fixed on trolley wheels and can be pulled into any room. For emergency use only!
Gerhard Petzl, Mixed Media, Others
Saugetier
Saugetier is an original of the sculpture series “organic media sculptures” Broken electric appliances - the wired plastic debris of our technological civilization - are merging with organic waste material - the eternally renewing biomass of natural cycles. The inevitable digital screen of the 21st century is implanted in this indecipherable object trouve, the screen again is conquered by the moving image of the eternal flow of life’s basic substance- water, in all its formal variations, breathing in and out as the universal life force expanding and contracting. In the age of the Antropozen, man-made artefacts have irreversibly penetrated and started to mutilate the earth’s biospheres, while plastic waste, Elektrosmog and sewage are poisoning our natural world, nature starts to actively integrate the invasive materials in its eternal scheme of evolving life- new imaginary hybrid species emerge — with technological corses, digital hearts and organic skins…
Tina Zimmermann, Natural materials, Others
APOLLO BELVEDERE (Marble / Edition of 1)
... A Gorgon’s curly mane... The Jim Morrison kind, sculpted with rollers, curls sealed with ammonia... The era’s canon of beauty, homemade-style. The first act of my emancipation... ... I was emerging from a childhood that hadn’t spared the rod… My desires cut short... My hair parted on the side... The front fold of my flannels neatly pressed... Not a word out of place... A stiff and starched, ordered childhood… My Self in the closet... My dreams hidden beneath my pillow... ... A pair of motorbikes rumbling across my nights... Hopper and Fonda’s choppers... A trail of dust... Easy Rider, full speed... Freedom sliding on the road... A pair of runaways opening the way for me ... America, the promised land of my Free Will... ..Music in the distance... Woodstock ‘69... Notes full of mud and fervour... Chords screaming with hope and crying out for liberation .... “Freedom, Freedom, Freedom”... Richie Havens’ improv as a personal message sent to me... “Got it”… ... In my mind, my escape plan... My secret to leave my chrysalid... “A long way from my home”... The immensity of the world before me... A swarm of Butterfly-Women on the horizon... ... Something was growing inside me, piercing beneath my skull, sprouting under my skin... Something dividing and rising... Something flowing out of me... I could feel myself becoming handsome; my wings sprouting... ... Hulk, Apollo, and Nietzsche: there was a bit of each in me... This “superhuman” feeling... Become what you are ... Freedom at age 18... The Door open at last... I was going to become what I am...
Denis Defrancesco, Stone, Plastics
Chocolate wedge
100% chocolate artwork of a wood-a like wedge. The ones you see when cutting trees. It is a leftover.
Gerhard Petzl, Others
Teletubbies
Skulpturen bestehend aus kaputten Puppen, Muscheln, Distelwolle und Minibeamern.
Tina Zimmermann, Natural materials, Video
Gènesi III
Located in the Montjuïc park in Barcelona, ​​it was created in 2002.
Ernest Altés, Stone, Ice
Skylight and Obi V 2009
Harold Martin Botanic Garden, Leicester
Gudrun Nielsen, Wood, Installation
Wichtigkeit der Leichtigkeit
An almost life size sculpture, a woman figure, holding herself up in an almost impossible balance, fixated on a stand on wheels, she shows a very human condition of fragility and courage at the same time.
Nicolet Boots, Plaster
verformbar 2
Skulptur ist beweglich, ist aus einem Stamm gesägt und kann in verschiedenen Variationen aufgestellt werden
Paul Hirsch, Wood
APOLLO BELVEDERE ( White Onyx / Edition of 1)
... A Gorgon’s curly mane... The Jim Morrison kind, sculpted with rollers, curls sealed with ammonia... The era’s canon of beauty, homemade-style. The first act of my emancipation... ... I was emerging from a childhood that hadn’t spared the rod… My desires cut short... My hair parted on the side... The front fold of my flannels neatly pressed... Not a word out of place... A stiff and starched, ordered childhood… My Self in the closet... My dreams hidden beneath my pillow... ... A pair of motorbikes rumbling across my nights... Hopper and Fonda’s choppers... A trail of dust... Easy Rider, full speed... Freedom sliding on the road... A pair of runaways opening the way for me ... America, the promised land of my Free Will... ..Music in the distance... Woodstock ‘69... Notes full of mud and fervour... Chords screaming with hope and crying out for liberation .... “Freedom, Freedom, Freedom”... Richie Havens’ improv as a personal message sent to me... “Got it”… ... In my mind, my escape plan... My secret to leave my chrysalid... “A long way from my home”... The immensity of the world before me... A swarm of Butterfly-Women on the horizon... ... Something was growing inside me, piercing beneath my skull, sprouting under my skin... Something dividing and rising... Something flowing out of me... I could feel myself becoming handsome; my wings sprouting... ... Hulk, Apollo, and Nietzsche: there was a bit of each in me... This “superhuman” feeling... Become what you are ... Freedom at age 18... The Door open at last... I was going to become what I am...
Denis Defrancesco, Stone, Marble
Journey to inner self
Thesis Project for the "Master’s School of Art and Design" - section sculpturing A bronze statue is standing on the floor. 85 kilograms of chocolate are applied to the sculpture and formed into the shape of a bodybuilder. When the chocolate sculpture is finished, the chocolate is melted away, revealing the bronze statue. The chocolate, therefore, serves as a human shell that disconnects from its inner self through time and eventually falls away. My final presentation was presented with two projectors facing into opposite directions. On one was the build-up shown, on the other was the melting process, accompanied with interviews from people all over the world, talking in their own language about the topic "Globalisation" and what it means for them. The speech by the artist was provided in Spanish, English, and German, in order to emphasize and do justice to the multicultural togetherness of our time.
Gerhard Petzl, Bronze, Installation
Hydratoaster
Hydratoaster ist ein Original der Skulpturenreihe „Organische Medienskulpturen". Defekte Elektrogeräte - die verdrahteten Plastiktrümmer unserer technologischen Zivilisation - verschmelzen mit organischem Abfallmaterial - der sich ewig erneuernden Biomasse natürlicher Kreisläufe. Der unvermeidliche digitale Bildschirm des 21. Jahrhunderts ist in dieses nicht entzifferbare Objekt eingepflanzt. Der Bildschirm wird wieder von dem bewegten Bild des ewigen Flusses, der Grundsubstanz des Lebens erobert - Wasser in all seinen formalen Variationen, welches als universelles Leben ein- und ausatmet, Kraft ausdehnt und zusammenzieht. Im Zeitalter der Anthropozän sind nicht-organische Artefakte irreversibel in die Biosphären der Erde eingedrungen und haben begonnen 30diese zu verstümmeln. Während Plastikmüll, Elektrosmog und Abwasser unsere natürliche Welt vergiften, beginnt die Natur, die invasiven Materialien aktiv in ihr ewiges Schema des sich entwickelnden Lebens zu integrieren - Neue imaginäre Hybridarten entstehen - mit technologischen Pferden, digitalen Herzen und organischen Häuten ... " -------------------------------------------------------- "Hydratoaster is an original of the sculpture series “organic media sculptures”. Broken electric appliances - the wired plastic debris of our technological civilization - are merging with organic waste material - the eternally renewing biomass of natural cycles. The inevitable digital screen of the 21st century is implanted in this indecipherable object trouve, the screen again is conquered by the moving image of the eternal flow of life’s basic substance- water, in all its formal variations, breathing in and out as the universal life force expanding and contracting. In the age of the Antropozen, man-made artefacts have irreversibly penetrated and started to mutilate the earth’s biospheres, while plastic waste, Elektrosmog and sewage are poisoning our natural world, nature starts to actively integrate the invasive materials in its eternal scheme of evolving life- new imaginary hybrid species emerge — with technological corses, digital hearts and organic skins…"
Tina Zimmermann, Video, Metal
CASCADA
Obra en alabastro blanco. Pertenece a la serie "Stone waterfall". El agua cae al fondo y va modificando la superficie de la piedra
Teresa Esteban, Stone, Stone
Ti prego
Bronze Replikat, Pu- Giessharz und -Schaum
Lisa Büscher, Plastics, Bronze
King Kong Balls (Edition of 1)
... King Kong’s Balls, the Gaze of a King, the Royal Pause for the gallery... Millions of “Likes” as though in praise of: “Everyone can go fuck themselves”... Between Conceit and indifference, a certain idea of freedom cast in bronze... Sculpt and let the sculpture speak for itself... ... Those who will see nothing but its attributes will have seen nothing, understood nothing... A grand show to bug the ‘right-minded’... to deceive fools... A half-smile... ... The coarse illusion of an impudent Monkey... The taunt of Kong to set the art-fair “cheetahs’” tongues wagging, for all the masturbatory bonobos to cop complexes... His balls on the table like coconuts thrown in the faces of conformism... His balls out in the open to hide his butt that no one will ever see... ... The calm resistance of an untamed Monkey... His gaze is elsewhere... Far from the human menagerie, the losers, the unsightly, the dicks and the dickless... Far from this brash theatre, this crass comedy... ... The Kong has a dream... A paradise lost... With no cage and no master... A feast on the table... A laugh that we cannot hear... His balls like a gong to summon the great feast...
Denis Defrancesco, Bronze, Bronze
The big fishes are eating the small ones
Bronze sculpture fixed on a wooden platter.
Gerhard Petzl, Bronze, Wood
'Love'
as part of the 'Nomadic Vases' series, these archaic shaped vases show the strongest bond of all, love.
Nicolet Boots, Concrete
z in the box
bewegliche Skulptur aus einem Stück
Paul Hirsch, Wood
Ohne Titel
Beine/Körper, Originalgröße, Silikon. Pu-Schaum, Textil
Lisa Büscher, Mixed Media, Installation
THE GOLD RABBIT ( Edition of 1)
... He popped out, just like that, one day, from my hat: sitting still and attentive... One ear more or less tilted depending on the secret that one confides in him and the material in which he is made to appear : A body made of plexiglass, carbon, steel, or aluminium... Why not a Golden Rabbit or a Silver Rabbit ? ...A few sleights of hand... Open your eyes now ! “The Rabbit” can be on a human scale or monumental, its dimensions will measure up with our dreams, whoever we are … ... “God is always doing geometry” wrote Plato. Joy now has a figure, a form, and volumes... Happiness is no longer an abstraction: it has a depth to it and four feet, that one just needs to caress to get a feel of bliss... ...A Rabbit like an ancient offering... A kind of Trojan Rabbit to let you into Wonderland... Soft and sweet... No one must be late when it comes to getting a kick out of life, repeats the Rabbit, at the entrance to the warren... The complicit wink of women, the lustful smile of men... ...The Rabbit at the “Origin of the World”, hidden behind the “Cony” of the Middle Ages... The “Cony” that naughty lads pushed into a metaphor and slid betwixt the thighs of lewd lasses... The “Cony” that lost, over time and at the razor’s edge, its ending in French, along with its last bits of hair... The “Cunt” revealed... ...The Rabbit of the « Garden of Delights »... Bosch’s Paradise within reach... A Rabbit sent down from Heaven … Happiness erected, one day, into a Cathedral... Stained-glass windows, to illuminate it… ...A prayer and a final sleight of hand... A herd of Rabbits coming out of the hat... Happiness multiplied... Rabbits of all sizes, each of them unique, sitting still, and attentive...
Denis Defrancesco, Plastics, Plastics
King Kong Balls (Small Version) Edition of 8
... King Kong’s Balls, the Gaze of a King, the Royal Pause for the gallery... Millions of “Likes” as though in praise of: “Everyone can go fuck themselves”... Between Conceit and indifference, a certain idea of freedom cast in bronze... Sculpt and let the sculpture speak for itself... ... Those who will see nothing but its attributes will have seen nothing, understood nothing... A grand show to bug the ‘right-minded’... to deceive fools... A half-smile... ... The coarse illusion of an impudent Monkey... The taunt of Kong to set the art-fair “cheetahs’” tongues wagging, for all the masturbatory bonobos to cop complexes... His balls on the table like coconuts thrown in the faces of conformism... His balls out in the open to hide his butt that no one will ever see... ... The calm resistance of an untamed Monkey... His gaze is elsewhere... Far from the human menagerie, the losers, the unsightly, the dicks and the dickless... Far from this brash theatre, this crass comedy... ... The Kong has a dream... A paradise lost... With no cage and no master... A feast on the table... A laugh that we cannot hear... His balls like a gong to summon the great feast...
Denis Defrancesco, Bronze
The allegory of power
Power is as fleeting as life, this is the message of my sculpture. Whoever climbs the steep steps of the power tower to reach the top and settles in the seat of power, cheers with the sweet taste of victory and becomes a lone wolf. The processes of personalization of power have deep roots and political, psychological and cultural motives that impose the cult of personality, as it was in Romania, my country, during Ceausescu's time. It has the feeling that it is taking root but they do not find the juice necessary for durability and the leader's chair is in a precarious position, ready to collapse at any time. According to Maslow, “power based on forcing, coercion and fear has a limit, it forces man to be obedient, but it immobilizes him, removes him, alienates him from the interests and goals that should be achieved, makes him think of revenge, decreases productivity, job satisfaction.” These consequences dig deep into the root of power that inevitably collapses. Video:https://youtu.be/j8Qtm-VIN-Y
Vasile Stefanoiu, Wood, Video
Holy father
Hände lebensgroß mit Pfütze, Silikon, Pu-Schaum, Echthaar, Holz, Metallarmierung
Lisa Büscher, Plastics, Mixed Media
THE PINK LADY
The Pink Lady Nostalgia. ... C’est une Poupée who says “Yes, yes, yeeessss!..” Who says Amen to whatever may come... A cuddly and consenting Doll... An unabashed doll... The Lady Heroine of all desires... The animated Object of all penchants, all sins... ... Sweetheart, come let us see if the Rose is rose/... A pic to capture that pink ... The wide-open diaphragm... The folds of the crimson robe, under the spotlights exactement... Petals of all colours, but roses are rose in all the gardens of the world, their buds like the diamonds of eternal pleasures... ... A Thousand and One Women... in ONE... The Synthesis is Bold, the Doll pumped up, the combinations multiple, the appearances deceiving...The Stone beneath the Flesh... Hard and cold... A polished and smooth Poupée de Marbre ... A Venus without her Fur... A shaven Sacher-Masoch... Not a hair left of Romanticism... A 2.0 Doll far from The Origin of the World... ... The body calibrated for stereotypical ardours... Unfussy tattoos, curls for artifice, silicone up to the gunwales, seams ready to split: The Pink Lady, Doll of the Quick Fuck… ... We would like her to speak... To pronounce words, sounds other than the conventional onomatopoeia of fawning pleasures... The Mmmm, the Aaaah, or the Ooooh... Letters that would form real words... No: nothing to be done, nothing to be said... ... A voiceless, unsmiling, soulless doll, her slits like bottomless pits, a humourless, joyless Doll... We will never see her heart or her feet, forever sealed in Carrara stone... A non-finito modern Galatea, off-putting her Pygmalion... The sculptor’s dream, his Ladies of yesteryear, his Marys full of grace and virtue, the Roses in bloom of his lost youth...
Denis Defrancesco, Stone, Marble
LISTENING TO THE STARS
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