Untitled, from »Body/Mind«, 2006. 270 x 270 cm
BODY/MIND
«Unforgettably horrible is the naked body. It really does not have the slightest charm.»
BODY/MIND deals with the position of the body in contemporary societies and their beauty standards.
The installation consists of 7 large scale photographs [270 x 270cm].
«Unforgettably horrible is the naked body. It really does not have the slightest charm.»
BODY/MIND deals with the position of the body in contemporary societies and their beauty standards.
The installation consists of 7 large scale photographs [270 x 270cm].
Untitled, BODY/MIND, 2006. Inkjet print, 35 x 35 cm
Inkjet prints (35 x 35 cm) framed in a nut tree shadow frame of the BODY/MIND edition (7+2) are available for €520.– each.
Body/Mind, 2006
Sadness lives in each of us – the human body is made up of 80% water and 100% time. These are elements of mortality against which the human spirit wages war. Health crazes and the beauty business are the weapons with which we try to forget death. Such are the thoughts that invade the observer of the Body/Mind series by Benjamin Füglister. The body is on the run, fleeing from itself, outrun by gravity - a force that executes its painful handiwork invisibly. Bodies are wounds of creation, and art is their narrator. Art whispers stories of a spirit that longs for lust, a lust that longs for beauty, and it is here that self-doubt, self-pity, hate and pride originate. Bodies that are not at home in themselves are always fleeting, always ugly, always hiding. The body is a victim of the circumstances of genetic deterioration. It is a driven entity, a vagabond at the universe’s edge, where we see it in Benjamin Füglister’s photographic fantasies.
Gerald Uhlig
Sadness lives in each of us – the human body is made up of 80% water and 100% time. These are elements of mortality against which the human spirit wages war. Health crazes and the beauty business are the weapons with which we try to forget death. Such are the thoughts that invade the observer of the Body/Mind series by Benjamin Füglister. The body is on the run, fleeing from itself, outrun by gravity - a force that executes its painful handiwork invisibly. Bodies are wounds of creation, and art is their narrator. Art whispers stories of a spirit that longs for lust, a lust that longs for beauty, and it is here that self-doubt, self-pity, hate and pride originate. Bodies that are not at home in themselves are always fleeting, always ugly, always hiding. The body is a victim of the circumstances of genetic deterioration. It is a driven entity, a vagabond at the universe’s edge, where we see it in Benjamin Füglister’s photographic fantasies.
Gerald Uhlig