The Pussycat of Art

Adam Schnack

By encountering Kristian I have during the last years been invited as spectator to a process of staging that is a matter of thoughts and life on a special location of the world. An unlimited place without straight lines, however shaped by the anticipation of the moment, and by the intuitive understanding of the ways in which the commercial pieces of scenery of everyday life can be changed into a spawning ground of inspiration and idealism, indignation and nausea. A place in the world where one is able to shout without being in the possession of a voice. The method of the set designer is banal, but it works. Kristian makes life present – even if many people might screw up their eyes, when looking through the crack, and confront an unpolished and merciless realism that draws nourishment from the conceited conceptions of the world. Many live with the sense of integrity and virginity in spite of our permanent confirming of our evident distance from the True, the Good, the Beautiful, and the Just. But we should like to repress our inadequacy, and that is why we get offended, when the pieces of scenery are rolled in like extended mirrors by the banality, which like optic lenses reflects our branded world view. We rise every morning, but only a few dare confront reality, and get involved. The one who dares might meet a man with a hammer and a chisel working on the enlargement of the crack. This could be Kristian. He is different. – and if thy longing is directed towards classical beauty , your journey shall only leave behind the tired vestiges of disappointment and distrust. His design is not moved by the classical, by the pure, or by the advanced, but by Life; by an alluring realism and consequence, growing through the intensity of attention into a still stronger presence: Penthouse, amateur-pornography, Louis Vuitton, war, Rolex, fashion magazines, big silicon breasts, longing, loneliness, image, and naïve narcissism – the familiar reflects the familiar. Beauty? Art is moved by Kristian, like a pussycat set free – at the same time timid and vociferous, shy, but provocative. The risk is, though, that art gets artificial and, hence, hypocritical and crude. Should we reach this point, we shall loose ourselves in the shadows of a commercial world of art, in which messages and passions cannot be distinguished from heavy rhetoric and naked pussies.

Kristian, I wish that our journey has just only begun, and I hope that I shall be invited to join the next sheet.

Adam Schnack, friend, København 2005

This text was published the first time in the book Fuck You Art Lovers Forever,
Kristian von Hornsleth, Futilistic Publishing, Copenhagen 2005.

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