The quality of the photographs here really could have been better. I hesitated a long time, waiting, even expecting to meet a photographer before taking it upon myself to do the neccessary. The potential for great photos was enormous. The autumn late afternoon light was positively divine and it rendered the place sacred. But somehow the months and the years passed and life got in the way and I am left with what you see here. Believe me. You had to be there. Next time perhaps?
A short film was made as a trailer for a more substantial film that will be posted here soon. The even shorter film a detail from the installation, is a work unto itself.
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A Sacred Space opened for public scrutiny, the weekend of September 17 - 18, 2011. This title was still only a potential in the Quantum Field, it's wave function not yet collapsed, and so the original title in French, the idea of friend and artist Sylvie Bleeckx, translates as "A Free Electron in a Stair Well", the french term "cage d'escalier", stair cage, a perfect metaphor to hold the free electron. A Sacred Space was the gracious offering of friend, film maker and fellow spiritual pionneer Mironel De Wilde, in the fall of 2012, a year after the opening. It was the perfect title!
I think the e mail invitation is worth posting here. It says a lot about the artist, his state of mind and trajectorty.....
Hi everyone (to those I have abandoned and those who have abandoned me, let this be a time of reconciliation).
I have recently been struck by a wave of outrageous audacity.
I will open the door of my apartment to all and sundry
In an almost certainly vain (vain as in look at me) AND/OR (as in hopeless) (but mainly AND) (though the ors are also out in force)
attempt to prove that I am an artist.
"Why would I want to do that", he said.
"Well". He pauses, looks around the room. lets his eyes focus on the large piece of mountain wood that floats in mid air, at eye level, turning slowly about it's axis on the imperceptible breeze that enters through the open window.
"An answer formulates in his tired head.
"How about.........to justify my miserable existence" It is a postulation. He has learned that in life there are no definite answers. The quantum quality of human behaviour forbids them. There are possibilities and probabilities. A certain tendency towards this or that. But no universal truth. And of course his existence isn't miserable. Poetic license is everybody's right. Though it must be said that misery has played an important role in his life. As in every "normal" life. Suffering is character building. Almost probably! The quality of one's art might actually depend on it.
Oscar Wilde said "The tragedy of my life is that I put my genius into my life and only my talent into my art" Not even my mother would describe me as a genius, but I feel very strongly that this quotation speaks also of my tragedy. Years of trying to produce art with very little to show for it except a colorful history. The sky was often the only witness to my finest offerings. My art going unheard and unseen straight to heaven. I could argue that that is the only real art. Art that defies vanity. No recognition. No applause. A cosmic offering untainted my the quest for attention or money. But I am no angel. I seek recognition. Still trying to please my unpleasable father after all these years. And I wouldn't say no to money. It comes in handy. A minimum. Few luxuries here, apart from the luxury of living in Geneva of course. I am still trying to prove Voltaire wrong when he said that "In Geneva everything grows well except art". Life is far too good in Geneva for art to flourish. After my first year here I wrote this poem. It was the only thing of any worth that I made during my early years here.
Geneva welcomes you with her charm
Feeds and fattens you
Bends your arm
Dissolves you slowly
Absorbs your energy
Leaves you empty and lifeless dreaming of a bright new tomorrow.
But I feel I have at last risen to the challenge. There is hope yet. Come see what I am making. If you can. I guarantee you a warm welcome and some strange and beautiful things. There will be live music in my apartment and in the garden. Bring a bottle of wine and relax a while. Meet some cool and interesting people. Bring your children. There are things here to please them too. I look forward to seeing you.
During the first few weeks after the opening, tired of rearranging my apartement before and after visits I decided to accept that I lived in an art gallery and so I threw my furniture out. A good decision!