Notebook by Mïrka Lugosi.
Marguerite Waknine| N° d'inventaire | 23728 |
| Format | 15 x 21 |
| Détails | 60 p., notebook. |
| Publication | Angoulême, 2019 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9791094565490 |
An eroticism, certainly! A fetishism too. And we could even add a strong surrealist accent. However, Mïrka Lugosi's universe always seems and already elsewhere, even if it is in fact part of a history. In this regard, two quotes. The first, Pierre Jean Jouve: We are now aware of thousands of worlds within the world of man, which the entire work of man had been to hide... The second, Georges Bataille: What is at stake in eroticism is always a dissolution of constituted forms. These two views call to mind the idea of a kind of deep, even threatening night, coupled with a kind of more or less perilous disorder. Conversely, Mïrka Lugosi's notebook seems to escape these breaks between an outside and an inside, a diurnal world and a nocturnal one, between a continuity and its rupture. Indeed, this notebook presents itself at first glance as studious. Here we could think of these studies of hands (like Dürer, for example) where hands turned and returned are repeated and taken up again on a sheet, when Mïrka Lugosi studies the tensions of the penis, the curves of the legs, the curve or the fullness of the breasts, the plasticity of the body. It would be a question, in a way, of showing a touch, a grain, a vision, an arch, a position. And more: the very tension of this arch, the very whimsicality of this position. This is why this notebook does not reveal a world that would be hidden, because the world of this notebook escapes the dispositions that would want to separate appeasement and trouble, the vile and the noble, whereas there is nothing here (let us look carefully!) more dressed than a nude or even more naked than a dressed one. A notebook with a disorienting dreamlike quality in that the sequence of all its scenes does not stagnate in the twilight of dreams, because it reaches the lucidity of full awakening, delicately and patiently elaborated at the tip of the pencil. A refined, subtle, elegant, devilishly delicate and complex notebook, which would like to be a story of the eye, or like the story of an eye, that of Mïrka Lugosi, where the visible always seems precisely that which can only be seen. A notebook that is fundamentally eccentric, all things considered (that is to say, outside the center, outside a center that would have no place to be), and truly and magnificently obscene (that is to say, outside the scene, outside any representation). As if Mïrka Lugosi's drawings represented nothing, ever, but always, still, presented so much, and only held their being from these presences alone.
An eroticism, certainly! A fetishism too. And we could even add a strong surrealist accent. However, Mïrka Lugosi's universe always seems and already elsewhere, even if it is in fact part of a history. In this regard, two quotes. The first, Pierre Jean Jouve: We are now aware of thousands of worlds within the world of man, which the entire work of man had been to hide... The second, Georges Bataille: What is at stake in eroticism is always a dissolution of constituted forms. These two views call to mind the idea of a kind of deep, even threatening night, coupled with a kind of more or less perilous disorder. Conversely, Mïrka Lugosi's notebook seems to escape these breaks between an outside and an inside, a diurnal world and a nocturnal one, between a continuity and its rupture. Indeed, this notebook presents itself at first glance as studious. Here we could think of these studies of hands (like Dürer, for example) where hands turned and returned are repeated and taken up again on a sheet, when Mïrka Lugosi studies the tensions of the penis, the curves of the legs, the curve or the fullness of the breasts, the plasticity of the body. It would be a question, in a way, of showing a touch, a grain, a vision, an arch, a position. And more: the very tension of this arch, the very whimsicality of this position. This is why this notebook does not reveal a world that would be hidden, because the world of this notebook escapes the dispositions that would want to separate appeasement and trouble, the vile and the noble, whereas there is nothing here (let us look carefully!) more dressed than a nude or even more naked than a dressed one. A notebook with a disorienting dreamlike quality in that the sequence of all its scenes does not stagnate in the twilight of dreams, because it reaches the lucidity of full awakening, delicately and patiently elaborated at the tip of the pencil. A refined, subtle, elegant, devilishly delicate and complex notebook, which would like to be a story of the eye, or like the story of an eye, that of Mïrka Lugosi, where the visible always seems precisely that which can only be seen. A notebook that is fundamentally eccentric, all things considered (that is to say, outside the center, outside a center that would have no place to be), and truly and magnificently obscene (that is to say, outside the scene, outside any representation). As if Mïrka Lugosi's drawings represented nothing, ever, but always, still, presented so much, and only held their being from these presences alone.