Hans Dens "De Serieuze Vis" EXTENDED
18 march 2021 -> 18 april 2021 -> 16 may 2021
Expo.
"Einverleiben
and überwinden – pardon my German. In this eschatological era where
Drs. Virility’s Crematory Choir re-yodeled our shining throne of
slithering red herrings into the transparency of a tropical tourist trap
aquarium, spinning the spins one spin too fast or slow in the cultural
rodent wheel of swallowing, devouring, ingesting, digesting and
evacuating might offer the perpetual motion food to avoid getting sucked
to the marrow and left behind as an empty carcass, no zeroes
signified.
With
his metaphysical glasses against spiritual myopia deflecting passwords
of a habitual 1-2-3 towards robust rhizomes of burned Cathars, Hans Dens
(°1980, selective autism in thee Innercity) refuses to lure every eye
into the scribblings of an already crippled technocracy. Boorish pencils
feast on last suppers, aquarelle auras shatter the puffy-soft
fontanelles of the universes sheer lightness, an analogue cat cries
through a digital storm of Apollonian anti-chanson. And as we enter the
symbolist echo well, pondering upon its undigested lumps of loggorhea,
Ouroboros swallows its own tail and the clever autovampirism of the Dens
folds back on itself, being devoured and digested in turn, form and
thought controlled and decomposed in a swirling synthesis of split
clocks. Captain Starbound bleaches the reductionist affirmation of
supremacy in the lionesses’ milk -diva of his magnetic opera –, while
she roars with her head below her erect belly, bent high above the
static world of manipulatable hors d’oeuvres. Passionate and
impressionistic, unlike the spider moving along the strands of its net,
(s)he counts himself yet another awakening in yet another fluid world,
in one stroke liquifying the inherent discrimination between the more
than 19, more than 76 digestible and indigestible keys. Connection is
non-connection is connection, a disobedient, self-eating excrement by
unformed matter.
“With
some mollusks, especially gastropods and cephalo-pods, the stomach
develops a crystal organ in the form of a spiral […] the ‘coecum’
secreting enzymes and remindful in its form and function of the
alchemist’s retort used for the precipitation of gold” (W. Flusser)
Spiral
fertility picked up an easel, mixed some pigments, painted your insides
and highlighted your inconveniences. Now let the Serious Fish get
fooled by the fata morgana of gluttony so its belly will burst into the
birth of Solomon’s Seal."
(by Ignace De Bruyn)
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