At the beginning there was silence. Then came painting and the sounds of lines. Then, after many years of practising, the words found an order and learned adjusting to the environment. Then this was wasted in words like
Then silence came again, containing a non-terminal despair; rather a painful clarity. As a trained artist, I grab this clarity when pain does not smudge it and do my work. To those entering my silence I then say “let me do my work”, which often comes across weird as it may be at the café or on the street walking to nowhere specifically.
P.S. There has been no way to explain to the therapist, in Dutch, the word “vanity”, which brought us to the mutual decision to stop with the sessions.
How and why any giant can be silent? Or is it the silence that is gigantic? The ten enormous sculptures in ‘quartier Louise’ emerge at the side of one of the busiest boulevards of the city. In a space evacuated for their landing, with five story buildings surrounding them at a distance, the giants stand one behind the other containing their silence and their unspoken words. Each figure looks out at the other’s neck, evading any contact. In front of their mouth they have a kind of text protruding out; Mickey, my three year old son, created a sound (a different little scream) for each one of them. I wondered if the giants’ words could not be voiced because it was stopped by something in the air, could not be said in human language, were said but misinterpreted, were said only for open ears, or if the giants pretended saying something but actually kept their precious silence deep down in their body as many of us do.
Silent with company you know who your closest people are.
Silent in solitude you let the mind wander to the edges of your space.
Until 15 of July 2010, the 10 silent giants of the Mexican sculptor Rivelino will be in Brussels. Then they will move on to their next stop, Berlin I think, and will keep on travelling until they reach their homeland, Mexico, by September 2011.