Ante el auge del fascismo y de una realidad en absoluto deseable ni identificable con su propia persona, Hans Bellmer decidió romper con la sociedad establecida negándose a realizar ningún oficio útil, por el contrario dedico sus energías a la construcción de la famosa Die puppe, una muñeca articulada cuyas posturas fotografiadas le abrieron las puertas al círculo del Surrealismo parisino. Anatomía de la imagen, publicado en 1957 como consecuencia de los experimentos desarrollados con su particular imaginería a base de muñecas, es una especie de tratado estético donde Bellmer explica el origen y generación de la imagen fruto de la relación entre el yo y la realidad. De la capacidad del ser humano de desplazar los objetos, las imágenes, y establecer relaciones que van más allá de lo racional surge una lectura nueva rica en posibilidades, una nueva anatomía, un nuevo erotismo, en el caso de la muñeca, una distinta lectura de los miembros y órganos eróticos que vienen a simbolizar imágenes ya contenidas en nosotros mismos. Para Bellmer, el cuerpo sería una especie de anagrama, con el que jugar y encontrar nuevas formas de significación. El pensamiento intuitivo, el caso, la experimentación son formas de conocimiento que permiten construir otro mundo, formas de catalización para transformar la realidad dada.
Hans Bellmer was an artist best known for the life-sized pubescent female dolls he produced in the mid-1930s. Historians of art and photography also consider him a Surrealist photographer.
This is an unsettling but intriguing philosophical essay exploring the conscious and the unconscious; the object of one’s desire and the image of that object; the acceptable and the forbidden and the contradiction between the interior and the exterior and the ways to destroy that contradiction.
Like in surrealist paintings, Bellmer dissects the body and rearranges the body parts, demonstrating the changeability of perception, the reality and the imaginary.
"Cela voudrait-il dire que rien n'est croyable de tout ce qui a été concerté par l'individu? Car sa volonté est suspecte, parce qu'intentionelle, la géométrie et l'algèbre sont suspectes, parce que balances d'épicier, l'instinct raisonable et l'utilité sont méprisables parce que profondément inutiles; même l'inconscient, parce que cave de provisions du conscient. - Ce qui n'est pas confirmé par le hasard n'a aucune validité. "
The coruscating Bellmer, who defies recuperation to this day, wrote with the same unforgiving clarity as he drew, painted, photographed, made dolls. You need to read this, but you'll probably feel it wasn't written for you. It probably wasn't.
I remembered hearing about Bellmer through Ballard's commentary on his novel Attrocity Exhibition and, if I'm not mistaken, in something by Baudrillard as well. Ballard's novels are the most self-evident artistic accomplishments of Bellmer's 'theory' on the Unconsciousness. In other words, he shows the irrational taking over external reality or, on the contrary, a irrational reality taking over consciouness. Dialetics and its synthesis gives way to virtual, total hyperrealization.
Petite anatomie d’une jambe qui devient un bras qui devient un phallus qui devient un vagin qui devient une main qui devient un œil qui devient un orteil qui devient une oreiller qui devient une poche de sable qui devient le marchand de sable qui devient un rêve qui devient le réel qui devient une combinaison qui devient un troisième ensemble qui devient j’ai mal à la tête
“A practice in which each individual may decipher the reality of the imaginary but where again documentation is restricted to subjective proofs. The living, three-dimensional object suggests, without undergoing, its metamorphosis. This is something that is beyond the reach of photography.”
Arricchito da undici disegni originali dell'autore, e da un saggio del curatore Ottavio Fatica, questo agile tipino Adelphi introduce l'opera e le ossessioni di Hans Bellmer, l'artista che fece vergognare l'onesto e mediamente borghese padre allorquando, aiutato dal fratello che la teneva per le gambe, Hans trapanava la sua prima bambola senziente cui stava per aprirle, letteralmente, le narici. inizia così una carriera di arte visionaria e patologica, come quella dei molto ammirati George Grosz e Otto Dix, e che molto fu apprezzata già dai suoi esordi, Man Ray, fino ai raffinatissimi registi di animazione giapponesi che, nei loro studi del "character design" vi hanno trovato grande ispirazione.
“Pensare è un’attività sessuale spostata. […] Nell’anatomia della percezione amorosa l’occhio torna bambino, gusta un frutto e se ne sente gustato, tocca l’acqua e se ne sente toccato, come capita a chi sogna, che crede di essere lui stesso trasformato; gli oggetti erotici sensibili risultano indistinti dagli oggetti del pensiero, mentre il mondo delle immagini arde nell’eros contemplante di chi lo vive: e una volta che l’immagine del sesso si è insinuata sotto quella dell’occhio, niente impedirà alla sessualità (all’ amore), travestita da facoltà visiva, di mantenere le sue mirabili promesse. […] Fare sesso con gli occhi sarà come fare il pensiero nella bocca”.
“‘Éperdu’ is an adjective that describes the emotional state of one desperately in love, or who is experiencing an emotion so intense he is temporarily beside himself. […] Hans Bellmer is one of those – like Sade, Fourier, Lautréamont, Jarry, Roussel – whose perspective is that of the heart beating against the void. These are the rare individuals who make the alarming sound of that heartbeat, the compass that guides their lifelong investigations, whereas the vast majority appears to prefer finding a constant level of noise that will drown out any disturbing presence.”
I loved this book. I don't know if it is, objectively, as good as it was for me, but I found it really really beautiful in its prose and sharp in its thinking. The way that pain kind of surrounds and stalks everything. The way that desire undoes the body. The way that chance comes into play as the external (the famous Mallarmé: a throw of dice will never abolish chance). It was all very pleasant to read. I'll be thinking about this book for a while.
Not my piece of cake, but definitely an interesting read about human duality and superposition and fragmentation of thoughts and feelings and human body.
I certainly enjoy Bellmer as a visual artist, but this short collection of his indigestibly obtuse essays has left me far more confused than enlightened. Perhaps it's a sign of my lack of intelligence, perhaps it's a translation flaw, maybe I still have some growing up to do, but if this book is anything to go by, then his conception of reality correlates with mine like a concrete wall correlates with a flying tomato. A shame, because a few ideas in the second chapter are indeed artistically intriguing, e.g. probably the most literal objectification of the abstract female body (don't let the feminists find out!), remodelled via strings or a box into an entirely new constellation of erotic shapes, folds of fatty skin jutting out like novel buttocks and breasts...