Thursday, 7 May 2009

...the disciple of Art an abandoned wretch...

Hans Bellmer, La Poupee, 1934

Eternally chained to only one single little fragment of the whole, Man himself [sic] grew to be only a fragment; with the monotonous noise of the wheel he drives everlastingly in his ears, he never develops the harmony of his being, and instead of imprinting humanity upon his nature he becomes merely the imprint of his occupation, of his science. But even the meagre fragmentary association which still links the individual members to the whole, does not depend on forms which present themselves spontaneously (for how could such an artificial and clandenstine piece of mechanism be entrusted to their freedom?), but is assigned to them with scrupulous exactness by a formula in which their free intelligence is restricted. The lifeless letter takes the place of the living understanding, and a practised memory is a surer guide than genius and feeling.
----Friedrich Schiller, On the Aesthetic Education of Man, The Sixth Letter


Hans Bellmer, La Poupee, 1935

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