GLOBE PORTRAIT
FOUR SEGMENTS OF MY GLOBES PORTRAIT: THE PASSING MOMENT - THE PASSING TIME - SHAPED BY TIME - VAGABODS OF TIME
Trying to slow down the effects of time, to interpret time. Complex, multidimensional. Several images in different image levels are superimposed to form an infinite number of impressions. Dynamic forming a dialogue. The LEDs, which can be controlled by a remote control, activate the individual image levels and make them interact. The portrait reaches into the space, colors it and everything in it. Interacts with the viewer. Prompts the viewer to become an integral part of the artwork. If he allows this, he perseveres. Longer than just a fleeting moment. A connection and a period of time arise.
The portrait, the reflection of the portrayed by the artist, by the viewer.
A short moment or several moments? Even a whole period? Frozen from someone's life, compressed? Yes.
Reawakened by the light. Dynamic, diverse like the person portrayed himself.
The Infinity? The finitude?
Knowledge gain!
The fleeting moment
Short as a blink of an eye. A brief flash in the flow of time. As soon as the moment is there, it mixes with the many moments of the period. A small, infinitely short moment, like a drop of color in a wild river, the river of life. A short play of colors caused by the energy of movement, dynamic, irretrievable. The portrait of the time, of the moment. The portrayed, the moment, the time itself.
The fleeting time
A period of time, 1, 5, 10, 20 or 30 years. The change reduced to a few moments from the life of the portrayed. Frozen in portrait. One person, many faces, many personalities. Grown through time, shaped through time.
out of time.
Matured.
Shaped by time
The sculpture as a portrait. The portrayed: shaped by time, his mind and his environment. The sculpture: thought, formed - primally formed, reshaped, solidified. Through the artist, the artistic process of creation.
The frozen moment?
Frozen moments?
The reduction of the portrayed to a single moment or to a few moments? Compressed in a sculpture.
A little shaping, a few brush strokes. an evolution.
Two evolutions, two processes. Stiffens.
Only the imagination and the imagination of the viewer of the sculpture are able to guess the multitude of processes.
The vagabonds of the time
ColourShots. Few color stripes, one form. The sitter, his silhouette, a few stray photons. Like shooting stars, they fall from the bundled beam of being, scurry by. Pause for a moment. Captured in the sculpture.
Portrait - The struggle with finiteness
The four cycles of the Globe "Portrait" have one thing in common. They deal with the finitude of our earthly existence.
A gliding through space and time. Sometimes a fall, a loop, a roll. The capers of the path of life up to the end of earthly time.
From this human life. A fleeting moment. A fraction of a second, billions of photons reflected from the subject's shell. Caught in the artist's eye, reflected and preserved in a work of art. Combined with knowledge about the portrayed? The portrait – stopping the constant change in the wild flow of life.
Quiet. Quiet? Or breathed life into the artistic image of the case. The spirit of the portrayed made visible. Stimulating – the invitation to dialogue? Or the portrait as a symbol of transience, a reminder of finitude? Completely detached from the portrayed? The portrayed, the time itself - A portrait of the time. Or?
Who is, who was the portrayed? Can't tell from the picture of the case.
For those who know or knew him, his portrait is commemoration - the inversion of forgetting.
The illusion of immortality?
The portrait – a paradox?
A paradox? The paradox of the portrait? Most portraits are created by an artist who usually only has a superficial relationship to the person being portrayed. How can the artist capture the essence of the portrayed? Is it impossible without a personal relationship between the artist and the person portrayed? Possible with special spiritual abilities!? Rather rarely.
Give space to the longing of the person portrayed for the island of immortality in the great sea of transience. Hitting a heel at the hunt of time. Without investing time? Only those who are willing to give time gain time. Who gives time, wins you. Only apparently a paradox.
Leisure!
Quite in contrast to the paradox of the address at most funeral masses of our time. An interesting analogy. Often a speech by a stranger about a stranger. strange. Without depth and love. A pointless ritual. The pastor paints a verbal picture of the deceased. He received the image information from a relative.
Silent post.
A portrait is mostly information in pictures and/or words. Information that should always come first hand. From an intensive direct acquisition of information. The communication, the dialogue.
Intensive dialogue takes time and leisure. Time for thoughts, to organize and settle down, until a clear picture emerges from cloudy thoughts, ideas.
The portrait, just a status symbol? insignia of power? Sometimes. Also. But: Always a remedy against the fading of memories. memories of a bygone era. A kind of anti-bleaching against the fading of memories, the less and less colorful images of the past in our heads.
melancholy
Wistfulness is perhaps the lowest common denominator that all portraits share. melancholy that it triggers in the viewer. The awareness of impermanence.
