the rhythm of the text is like that of the curves.. a progeny written wave mirroring the sculpted progenitor creating a three dimensionally illuminated manuscript that you can walk around in the space of time to see it frozen in space or keep moving around as it melts into descriptions in time. Just gazing at the work as it inspires one's own maybe somewhat similar reflections is not the same as experiencing internally -- I insist on reading slowly enough to hear the words -- the sound of somebody else's very well chosen and sculpted words as they flow with the same grace as the sculpture's lines. This is so appropriate to the artist's making sculpture out of language as much as matter and revealing their possibly identical twin nature however separated at birth. thank you.
hi David -- if I may so, I like this one better, stayed closer to the forms and particular insights. and I don't think he is "post-modern" at all. Humor and cynicism are two completely different things. The post-modern world is a dark cave decorated with scalped forms.luridly assembled. It can't even find a name for itself as other than a negation of what came before. The modern one registers faith in language and its mystical confluence with matter in one unbroken continuity and a hope for redemption that is realized in its very activity, the artists defying what is cynical in secular philosophy or at least in open despair of faith that is slipping through their fingers. But there is no despair in Saint-Clair. It is not jailhouse humor, but the laughter of the thief it takes at not being caught.
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This one I wrote with certain texts from the Eighties in mind, writers who had written about his work. This was a simpler job, basically he wanted me to write about the new sculpture. It was my idea to put in the work from 1987 and tie in the other works as form of theoretical transition. As to Postmodern well I have no problem with that term nor does Saint Clair. He accepts all terms as part of the conversation.
ha ha maybe depends on the day and to whom he's talking -- very post-modern! -- yet a strategy as old as the hills. It's not just acceptance but faith in language and love of it that makes me stick out my neck in the shifting ground of language and overstate the case just to state it at all, for that is the nature of language. However it collapses each time we build a house of cards with this flimsy stuff, language, we get a better view because we got a little better at it and climbed a little higher. We may be gods when building, ants when climbing, and humans when breathing and it all falls down. I guess that's a bit post-modern and Saint Clairion, you won your case, may this precedent serve you in any future challenge. ♥️🙏🏼
I’m super busy at the moment so I haven’t had time to finish your text but I loved the first sentence: “ Sculpture, like any object fashioned with the intention of realizing an ideal—from a building, to a dress, to an automobile—achieves its final effect with the tangent between essence and appearance.”
the rhythm of the text is like that of the curves.. a progeny written wave mirroring the sculpted progenitor creating a three dimensionally illuminated manuscript that you can walk around in the space of time to see it frozen in space or keep moving around as it melts into descriptions in time. Just gazing at the work as it inspires one's own maybe somewhat similar reflections is not the same as experiencing internally -- I insist on reading slowly enough to hear the words -- the sound of somebody else's very well chosen and sculpted words as they flow with the same grace as the sculpture's lines. This is so appropriate to the artist's making sculpture out of language as much as matter and revealing their possibly identical twin nature however separated at birth. thank you.
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Read the piece I wrote on the same artist last year https://davidgibsonwriting.substack.com/p/ontologically-bound
hi David -- if I may so, I like this one better, stayed closer to the forms and particular insights. and I don't think he is "post-modern" at all. Humor and cynicism are two completely different things. The post-modern world is a dark cave decorated with scalped forms.luridly assembled. It can't even find a name for itself as other than a negation of what came before. The modern one registers faith in language and its mystical confluence with matter in one unbroken continuity and a hope for redemption that is realized in its very activity, the artists defying what is cynical in secular philosophy or at least in open despair of faith that is slipping through their fingers. But there is no despair in Saint-Clair. It is not jailhouse humor, but the laughter of the thief it takes at not being caught.
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I want to ask my most devoted readers if there's any other content they might like to receive from me. More interviews? More reviews and market commentary? I want to keep writing but I'm open to your needs as well. What would motivate you to cross over into being paid subscribers? Or if you're already a paid subscriber, what would enrich your experience? Please let me know.
This one I wrote with certain texts from the Eighties in mind, writers who had written about his work. This was a simpler job, basically he wanted me to write about the new sculpture. It was my idea to put in the work from 1987 and tie in the other works as form of theoretical transition. As to Postmodern well I have no problem with that term nor does Saint Clair. He accepts all terms as part of the conversation.
ha ha maybe depends on the day and to whom he's talking -- very post-modern! -- yet a strategy as old as the hills. It's not just acceptance but faith in language and love of it that makes me stick out my neck in the shifting ground of language and overstate the case just to state it at all, for that is the nature of language. However it collapses each time we build a house of cards with this flimsy stuff, language, we get a better view because we got a little better at it and climbed a little higher. We may be gods when building, ants when climbing, and humans when breathing and it all falls down. I guess that's a bit post-modern and Saint Clairion, you won your case, may this precedent serve you in any future challenge. ♥️🙏🏼
I’m super busy at the moment so I haven’t had time to finish your text but I loved the first sentence: “ Sculpture, like any object fashioned with the intention of realizing an ideal—from a building, to a dress, to an automobile—achieves its final effect with the tangent between essence and appearance.”