Lady of the lake, in a dark forest, she is illuminated. She is floating on the water. Inspiration from King Arthur legend.
Lady of the lake, in a dark forest, she is illuminated. She is floating on the water. Inspiration from King Arthur legend. Her outfit changes. The yellow rosy and pale-beige coat of this Gertrude Stein heroine does away with her high heels. Her trousers are taken off. She has removed her panties and panties. The suit in her hand becomes a white bathrobe. A pink sink on which water drips becomes her vessel. She is in such a position that she can neither face nor react to the outside world. But she can reflect on and take in a small reflection of herself. Her trousers have been removed, and she stands like a naked goddess, about three feet high. In the shower, she spreads them out across the floor. She sits on the spot where the sink used to be. Her arms are folded over her chest. Her hand, hidden behind her plaid skirt, is now as heavy as a steel shovel.The idea of a naked female figure doing some simple physical work is disturbing. To the man who stares at her, she looks as if she were trying to mask her own weakness. The man is naked. As he was trying to touch her she pushed herself off the bed. On the floor behind her, a blanket covered her head. The water flows around her. It is pouring around her. The man had only two options: to wait until the water dripped and drown her, or he could let her drown. He waited. But when she finally emerged from the shower, he broke the blanket, threw it over her head and started walking. The wet blanket falls to the floor. Is that the way his lips will be tomorrow? He sits on the blanket and stares at her. Isnt there something shady about this?The scene was played out by a male voice. It was a familiar narrative. The camera followed a group of dressed males, some of them dressed in matching chinoiserie. They stood around her in a circle, facing the voice-over. They stared at it. Their mouths were open wide.
Her head and half of her body are white-painted, and her legs, arms, and feet are painted. Her skirt is done up in a suit of hair and the skirt is a full skirt, as the only thing her skirt has been is a scarf. A white dress with a red diamond attached to it is woven from sequins and lace and falls to the floor. King Arthur assumes the role of the knight in his lassole. Other women, in the form of horses, are drawn in white against a yellow background and surrounded by fields of spiky green lines.The chalky yellow, white, and red lines become the basis of the green. The white background, which has been burned into the pink, becomes a green field, as does the pink, the sole object of occupation. The subject is the green, and the green, which is a form of life, which has been substituted for the pink, the most beautiful color, the white ground for the pink. The subject, however, is not a color but a line. There is no doubt that King Arthur assumes the role of the hero, the one who defeats the demon of death by killing the man of death. The blackness of death is annihilated by the white field of the real world. But the blackness of death also annihilates the hero, who holds the key of immortality and who, in the final confrontation, dies and leaves the world of pain.
The transformation of the swimmer into a nude female goddess, with a heart-shaped sail on her back. On a screen to her left, she holds a sailboat. She is in front of a rock in the lake. She is enfolded in a trunk. Her appearance has been transformed into that of a modern goddess, a shade of blue.Bodies can hardly be classified and women can hardly be believed, but here they are, as Møller reminds us in the video, not everything that can be seen is possible, nor is it possible to say everything can be seen. In fact, all we can see is what we can see. And the same applies for the images of the woman and of our own bodies. The films very length (1,600 minutes), its lovely colors, and the fact that the images are not composites of photographs but of digital scans of the various prints that were used as backgrounds for the various films make for a visually beautiful and sensual time.At the end of the sequence, we see a woman falling into a hollow mountain. She stops and looks at us. How could she not? Yet the film has already been interrupted. The woman had just taken off her bathrobe and was about to go to the toilet. The scene then begins again. The woman returns, plunges her feet into the hole in the sink. The moment of liberation is over, but what is left is a film of the nude woman plunging into a sink. The film then cuts to the woman walking out of her bathrobe and disappearing into a small space. She stands there, naked, for a long time, and the film is over. It is a poetic reversal, a journey into a sink.
They claim this was all an ancient icon of myth. The myth is obvious from the title, but it is no longer exactly nineteenth-century archeology. The myth is a chimerical, universal one, not a nineteenth-century myth. The German artist Georges Gough has long been fascinated with symbolism. He tells me that in the last twenty years, his work has become more philosophical. He wants to present his work as a coherent philosophical system. His work reveals the genesis of archeology, and his fascination with the archeology of history. His work suggests that we live in an age when archeologists are more informed than in the past; that they recognize more the power of the subconscious than they have done before.The message of this message is clear. Art is more important than ever, and the artist is taking it up with a new intensity. He is showing us the dark side of life. He is turning away from the light and its glamor, making us aware that it is the other side of life. He is seeking a world of pure and organic expression. He is asking us to forget the old identity of subject and object, of expression and persona, and to accept the identity of the artist as the message of that identity. That is what Gough is doing.
Lady of the lake, in a dark forest, she is illuminated. She is floating on the water. Inspiration from King Arthur legend. Look at the moon.
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