Between the rift and the structure - from the position of the body, looking at Fontana and Stella.
shotarokimijima
When we look at art,
we often try to evaluate it based on whether we like it or not, or whether we can understand it or not.
However, very rarely,
we come across a work of art that "shakes us up uncontrollably "**.
It is neither discomfort nor awe beyond reason.
It is more physical, more primal - the feeling of having touched something that would break if you touched it.
Frank Stella and Lucio Fontana.
My body always shakes when I see the works of these two artists.
Fontana: Hope as a rift, but an old landscape
Fontana's "Concetti Speicali".
Cut canvas.
It is both a rebellion against the very concept of "space" and a prayer.
I feel a favor there, because the chasm is clearly open to "questions".
Because the rift clearly opens a "question".
Not a denial, but an opening.
Not a destruction, but a leading line.
However, there are moments when even these questions seem to fade away in my mind as if they were formalized in the past.
I suspect that the act of cutting no longer has "weight" in the modern body.
Questions are beautiful. But questions also sometimes get old.
Stella - the pressure of structure, the sublime that defies understanding
Stella, on the other hand, doesn't even make me like her.
But I "see" her without denial.
The repetition of black, the silence of structure, the obliteration of meaning.
There is a wall-like presence that my "habit of interpretation" does not apply at all.
The wall does not allow me to **"physiological correctness". **
In other words, it pulls me away from the reassurance of "I like it, I understand it, it makes sense".
It is uncomfortable, and at the same time, it is the reason why I cannot look away.
There is "order without meaning" and
"beauty that defies intention.
It is like the very structure that rejects people -
And I find myself longing for such a structure somewhere.
Where does my body stand?
In the presence of these two, I feel as if I am being questioned not on my sensitivity but on my "attitude.
Fontana says, "Keep asking.
Stella puts forth, "Don't ask, be.
The former is intimate and human.
The latter is cold and cosmic.
That is probably why I feel "sympathy" for Fontana and "tension like submission" for Stella.
But both of them touch the root of my inner "Busshin Dekiryoku™.
The power to open questions and the power to be silent within the structure.
Both live in the body.
The way of being, Bushin Dereliction™, is neither a rift nor a structure.
Bushin-Denryoku™ is not about "tearing" or "structuring"
. It is a way of "breathing" that rises in the silence after the question has passed.
It is a way of "breathing" that rises in the silence after the question has passed.
- I feel a rift in the structure.
- Into the breach, stand the shaft.
It is in that awning that
I think my method will sprout.
It is the very "way of being" that transcends logic.
Hold the question, let go of the question,
and just stand quietly. Breathe.
Conclusion: As a person standing between Stella and Fontana
I still feel a familiarity with Fontana and a gaze that cannot be ignored by Stella.
But neither of them,
I want to stand quietly in that "chasm between rupture and structure.
It is in that place that
Takeshindenryoku™,
and the unspoken presence of the body that is me,
breathe.
