Rebecca Horn — Musings about art and related topics

Thick red hair cut simultaneously with

2 rough scissors by the artist herself.

I am shivering inside, i feel it in my teeth, i have to close my eyes half.

Sharp or not sharp,

the pointed blades are passing in front of her eyes.

A strange creature is walking through a field

What is it? An animal? Human being escaped from the hospital?

Some kind of hybrid of both? It comes closer and reveals a woman naked,

Strapped into a corset, which makes me feel anxious inside.

It would be lovely to change into a unicorn in a way;

but this costume looks uncomfortable in its clinical bondage fashion,

balancing a uniqu-horn on her head.

Still I can feel the warmth of the summer day and the freedom,

walking through a field – naked.

Long extended fingers reaching towards the floor

What is she trying to do, trying to reach ?

It looks inefficient – or maybe not.

At least she does not have to bend down on her knees.

I am trying to imagine how it must feel in my fingers

When touching a thing so far away and through inanimate sticks.

Fascinating that some kind of sensory transmition is possible that way.

If I’d put it on,

a soft, white, feathery mask would be hiding my head.

I want to have it – it feels good

inside of its protective soothing, smoothing qualities,

like the sweetest stroke of motherly hands

or the belly of my cat, in which I nestle my face.

A grand piano hanging upside down from the ceiling

with a huge, dangerous mouth and teeth coming out

to attack, who comes too close.

Big beast ready to devour or to clash down

to bury my body under its massive resonating noise.

This is an art fragile strong courageous

and very ingenious. It comes from lived pain and a poetic mind

not holding back to go deep and forward.

There is much humor in the craziness of life.