All entries for Wednesday 03 November 2004
November 03, 2004
One of my favorit artist of the second haft of the XX century
I had my first contact with Niki de Saint Phalle in Hanover in the Sprengel Museum, it was an amazing discovery. The museum building is a surprising thing just for it self, whish no one should miss if it is in the near. Nice DADA, nice post war german realism, Picasso, Braque, Magrite. It has not a congruent colletion, actually one might argue and with great reason that the Sprengel Museam is a warehouse on a strick sence due to combine so many diferente things side by side. Before dieing Niki gave 300 masterpices to the museum. Don't go there just to see a lost Picasso brought just because it was a Picasso in a milionair auction, proudy exibited as the bad capacity that, mostly northen, Germans have to show off social status by dressing expensive cloths without no much tast.
Rooms after rooms of Niki's works and uncredible informal drawings that will tell you much more about Niki's personality and ginious than any writer could do.
She puts women as women are and feel, with sexual disere and fantasies. Not the quite, domestic women image that women like still to give. But women that like men expose their sexuality and there presence on a natural way, not in the proconcepted woman's place of distance and disgardeness towards sexuality. She draws viginas, not as static objects but as needing plasure obtainers. And above all she is not a slut, she is SHE, as a WOMAN.
She likes men for their because of their sexual atraction, for their virility for the plasere the might give har, and that's all. She uses them. She doesn't admits, because is nothing to be admited it is so.
Her sculpters transmits an internal woman, her colours, their internal reference shapes, as strongness among women. The typ o a super sexual woman, os shapes and ultimate desire, but more. There is music, harmonic palet, there is the all world sibolisticly evocated through lines of expectations, os pretencious coths that are riped off, diminished when confronted with interior women that rebelate in Niki's works and become the really me. The really women's me if first fellt from incide, from explosive disire and ambicious sex between other not less expectations and emotions, and then the small litle things that society conventionete how to discribe women are nothins more than small reference working arms, day by day closes. What she does is expose it, not on fat women but on women that rebent to the outside.
I do like her…