Sunday, July 17, 2005
Calling something "hybrid" is just too easy. The word refers to a combination of two or more species, suggesting some original purity of form which is then combined with other pure forms to create the hybrid.
When applied to the arts, it subtly introduces a biological lecture, hinting at a linear (pluri-linear, but still linear) character of artistic works. Basically: "the work A comes from the combination of styles 1 and 2".
Hybrid, to me, is the beginning. It is the point of departure, it is what we find upon our arrival, it is what me must make sense of when advancing: it is the basic stuff, the original, delightfuly uncomprehensible remix, or entangled panoply of experience. We, I, go through it, cutting away, isolating, naming, framing, sensing. And "the hybrid work of art" is probably just the use of an unexpected tool to get me out of somewhere, of some tiring remix, some hybrid form.
For your viewing pleasure: the art of A.R.Menne.