This little patch, the park/garden in Middelheim has been resurfaced for generations, Each leaving their mark, their drawing; shaping the ground we walk/work on.
This canvas is not white.
I am walking over and in a fantasy garden – carefully mapped, orchestrated holding, framing, soem nature. Full of life. Over this map I plan a few marks to converse.
We make our world. Each one of us too. A privilege for a moment to have such a large canvas. marks so ... to speak to.
Close scrutiny
Under the magnifiying glass.
Drawn in the sand. Drawing attention. Small details. Grass like paint, a surface, skin, place of illusion. The park contains, gives rise to illusion, or story telling,
bracketing experience. Calm, tranquil, controlled nature.
More than a skin it seems a drawing. Like the children’s story Harold and the Purple Crayon. Where Harold draws the world around him as he wishes it to be.
This work draws/carves into the work of the park, expands the dialogue or the story. It uses the ‘real’ material of the grass, trees, earth, ‘sculpture’, to support a further flight of fantasy/fancy.
Flying down the horizon line arriving at a human spine. The two things being one, they conflate. Microscopic and universal. Near and far.
Landscape Linoleum |1998
Installation view at
Openluchtmuseum Beeldhouwkunst,
Middelheim Sculpture Park, Antwerp, Belgium
pools, two heat lamps, two circular concrete slabs,
scaffolding, 17 Car bodies, blur rope, painted grass, and trees