Katja Blomberg schrieb: Louise Bourgeois hat immer rasch entschieden, was sie wollte: Zwischen Gesprächen über den Surrealismus und die neusten Trends der Gegenwartskunst hat sie geheiratet. Statt der Mathematik wählte sie die Kunst. Statt in Paris zu bleiben, ging sie mit ihrem eben angetrauten Mann nach New York. Dies alles war im Herbst 1938.
Among the objects of scorn, in my boyhood, was what we called „superstition“; and we made the term include, not merely the notion that the number thirteen brought you bad luck, not merely a belief in witches, ghosts, and goblins, but also a belief in any strange phenomena of the mind which we did not understand.
Something (maybe a Swissknife) asks how to think what has not been thought. There are some who think of the most black surface today, there are those who calculate that within a distinct timeframe the earth will collide with another planet and crash. This can be thought with the help of images and texts in books. But what about all that, which has not been thought?
to be continued…….
Perfection is a must not a substance. It is a construction, a demand, a way of orientating oneself in forms of being and becoming.
