Destruction of the FatherReconstruction of the Father
- 384 pages
- Destruction of the FatherReconstruction of the Father Writings and Interviews 1923 1997
- Louise Bourgeois
- 22 May 2016 Louise Bourgeois
To be an artist is a guarantee to your fellow humans that the wear and tear of living will not let you become a murderer”Louise Bourgeois on art integrity the trap of false humility and the key to creative confidence – wisdom from a lifetime of her previously unpublished diaries and letters edited by Marie Laure Bernadac and Hans Ulrich ObristEveryday you have to abandon your past or accept it and then if youcannot accept it you become a sculptorSince the age of twelve the internationally renowned sculptor LouiseBourgeois has been writing and drawing;first a diary preciselyrecounting the everyday events of her family life then notes andreflections Destruction of the Father;the title comes fromthe name of a sculpture she did following the death of her husband in1973;contains both formal texts and what the artist callspen thoughts drawing texts often connected to her drawings andsculptures with stories or poems inscribed alongside the imagesWriting is a means of expression that has gained increasing importancefor Bourgeois particularly during periods of insomnia The writing iscompulsive but it can also be perfectly controlled informed by herintellectual background knowledge of art history and sense ofliterary form she has freuently published articles on artists exhibitions and art events Bourgeois a private woman withoutsecrets has given numerous interviews to journalists artists andwriters expressing her views on her oeuvre revealing its hiddenmeanings and relating the connection of certain works to the traumasof her childhood This book collects both her writings and her spokenremarks on art confirming the deep links between her work and herbiography and offering new insights into her creative process not done but I highly recommend this if you want to get inspired it's amazing how someone who can express herself so amazingly in visual arts can also have the capacity to write some amazing insightshowever the same concepts are discussed over and over and over againan obsession with her childhood almost as if none of her grown up years had any influence on her art I was actually looking for an autobiography this is the closest thing I could find a recollection of diaries enterviews and statements It's an absolutetly stunning book Louise is obsessed about her childhood i guess we all are but she uses it as a force of creation and recollects it so many times you feel engulfed in her personal simbolism the spider the penis the destructionI particularly loved her reminescences about this famous Mapplethorpe portrait of her Look at this old lady holding a penis Naughty But this sculpture is called fillette little girl in french and it represents Louise's view of the phallic symbol something fragile that had to be taken care of As a mother of three boys and a woman in a male predominant area such as the art world she knew that very well And she speaks about her impressions of Mapplethorpe and any famous male artist she had to deal with this is my attitude towards men you have to be prepared and work at it it is a very strange attitude but it is consistent you have to prepare everything you have to feed them tell them they are great you literally have to take care of them they constantly get insulted they turn what you say into the opposite I mean it's really a job Her cynism symbology and and power are so great read this very slowly to be sure I absorbed it all I wish she had an autobiography Louise Bourgeois has been able to look at her life at a distance which I find to be the hardest things a person can do She understands people events she is able to analyze situations her personal life and challenge belief systems I am not going to even attempt to review this book because I would end up sounding like a fawning idiot with daddy issues and a penchant for older lady artists Seriously Usually I love diaries and letters This was all way way too abstract No blood No juice Just complicated thoughts about the relations of forms I'm in adoration I wonder if Ms Bourgeois is in need of an adopted daughter?