Showing posts with label Jef Geys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jef Geys. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2021

Jef Geys at Air de Paris

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Images-forms which are shown in a certain way, i.e. in a studied “correct” way, under “correct” guidance, embedded in a “correct” strategy, are readily accepted, as if they have existed all the time. Repetition, while creating habit, nearly at the same time leaves a taste of déjà vu. The end is an accepted boredom. Images-forms, no matter how strong they are, may appear perfectly normal, submitted, tame, having reached the saturation point. The images are experienced as something “retinal,” which is also the experience one is looking for: the significance underneath is kept at a distance. We are inclined to dispose of any images which cannot be used to finish our homework, as mere scenery for more important things that we supposedly have on our mind. To demonstrate this obvious wearing out of images, I started looking for basic forms with a very simple structure but a heavily loaded content. 

If Geys' work is confusing, ever shifting, it is because it voids itself of the general markers that usually demarcate its sense/use/meaning.  Geys' don't necessarily ordain a use, something "used to finish our homework" but instead images which flight in and out of an ability to read them for information. A language we are not necessarily tasked with translating but ascertaining whether meaning at all. 


See too: Guy de Cointet at Museum Leuven


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

AR: Jef Geys at Essex Street


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Originally Posted: May 31st, 2017
Note: This entry is part of August Review, our annual look back at this season’s key exhibitions. For more information, see the announcement here.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Jef Geys at Essex Street


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Reflexivity in art, a long tradition of who can silver their mirrors with blank ham-handery best, e.g. Daniel Buren, Zobernig, Stella, Codax, etc. who strip content to make the bluntest blankest things forcing interest everywhere besides the art, is for Geys more a process of stuffing your navel elegantly full of mirrors to gaze en abyme into it, packing them tightly, pristinely, to see a hall of navels winking like eyes, the rules of Gey's objects - well indexed in the PR - redirecting you through this hallowed hall of art that supports so much of it, which if you look close enough through the mirrors you will see that its white skin walls are flush with blood.



Daniel Buren at Bortolami, Heimo ZobernigDena Yago at Sandy Brown“Seven Reeds” at Overduin & Co.