Con todo estos antecedentes históricos, no es de sorprender que lo que sucede con la Muestra del Plastico León Ferrari y su posterior Censura es algo similar a la Censura que sufrio el artista plastico Gottfried Helnwein en Austria, hace unos anos, por sectores pacatos de derechas. ...

Ich bin vor nicht zu langer Zeit geboren
In einer kleinen klatschbeflissenen Stadt
Die eine Kirche, zwei bis drei Doktoren
Und eine große Irrenanstalt hat. ...

Doppelherz. Double Heart, if I’m not mistaken. Gottfried Helnwein, controversial German artist, had a part in this, and it seems pseudo-planned, but mostly stoned/wasted/drunk candid shots in the creepiest locations and situations to have ever existed.
The soundtrack consists of Thaeter being played over and over and over (for 26 minutes, the length of this film) and stilted, monotonous, broken words being stumbled through on top of this. A note at the end of the film leaves us to believe these words may have been intended as a vocal suicide note from Manson. Words like “I’m a canvas that bleeds and I’m painted with fingers”, “everything in this world has already been created so we can only dream up new ways of destroying them,” and “I want downloadable suicide” repeated over and over and over, twisted themselves and their speaker. You can hear as his voice breaks, as he can’t quite say the words he’s trying to say, as he sniffs and is maybe even crying.
Just the noises are enough to knock me senseless, before letting me go cower in the corner.
The images...
It’s like David Lynch directed it, only even David Lynch would be more merciful. If you’re a fan of Manson for the music, don’t bother with the DVD edition, you’re just going to be scared off. If you appreciate scary, disturbing art flicks that destroy your mind, then maybe you’re almost prepared.
I want to say it doesn’t make sense, but it would be a lie. There’s almost a plot, it’s just all broken in pieces, fixated on the oddest images. There are two basic processions spliced together as Manson drones his bitter words in a tired voice. ...

Manson alla mostra di Gottfried Helnwein ...

Do you have any art in your home?
- Gottfried Helnwein I own. I have a few pieces of his from his recent L.A. series. We ultimately ended up working together on a video project for Peter Gabriel [“The Barry Williams Show”]. Some things that are familiar lose their gravity after time. When someone like him makes the familiar so continually provocative, you can find a deepening appreciation for something. ...

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In een vorig berichtje had ik het al over de soms angstaanjagende aantrekkingskracht van clowns. Een berichtje op Bouzou herinnerde me aan het bestaan van de Oostenrijkse kunstenaar Gottfried Helnwein, die ergens op gelijkaardige dubbelzinnige gevoelens inspeelt.
Beelden en iconen die je normaalgesproken met absolute puurheid associeert, worden in zijn werk beroofd van al hun onschuld. Kijk maar eens wat hij uitspookt met Mickey Mouse of Donald Duck. De vege plannetjes staan zo van hun gezicht af te lezen. Het omgekeerde kan natuurlijk ook.
Ook wreedheid en leedvermaak krijgen een plaats in het werk van de ietwat omstreden kunstenaar. Hij werkt ook wel eens samen met aanverwante geesten als Marylin Manson of Rammstein. ...

O ich bin zu groß, um rückwärts zu gehen:
Vogelmilch ist Federn,
die Bohnenblätter sind stumm wie Hände.
aus Mänade von Silvia Plath ...

Licht und Schatten vereint in einem ewigen Moment – so könnte das Motto der Ausstellung „Das Versprechen der Fotografie“ lauten, die derzeit 270 Werke der weltweit besten zeitgenössischen Fotografen im Moskauer Haus der Fotografie präsentiert. Die Ausstellung ist ein Projekt der DZ Bank im Rahmen der deutsch-russischen Kulturbegegnungen.
...Porträts von Michael Jackson, Mick Jagger, Gottfried Helnwein, Willi Brandt und Clint Eastwood ...

"essa é a função do artista,
da excitação do reconhecimento:
mostrar ao expectador o q ele sabe,
mas não sabe q sabe..."
william s. burroughs/
sobre o trabalho de Gottfried... ...

...Und überall blühen so traurige Augen.
Und ich habe dir doch von den großen Sternen erzählt,
Aber du hast zur Erde gesehn.
Nächte wachsen aus meinem Kopf,
Ich weiß nicht wo ich hin soll. ...