Titolo:TRACES OF THE BODY
Autore: SASKIA VAN DIJK
Sede: FACTORY-ART contemporanea via Duca d'Aosta, 6/a 34121 TRIESTE
Inaugurazione: Giovedì 20 novembre 2008 ore 18.30
Durata: 20 novembre_20 dicembre 2008
Orario: martedì - sabato 17>20
Info: tel: +39 040 314 452 / www.factory-art.com
mail: info@factory-art.com

The gallery Factory-Art contemporanea to the first time in Italy, introduce the exhibition of the duck artist Saskia van Dijk with a series of works ranging from china drawing, curtains and candles.

The works of Saskia van Dijk focus on the man in his small daily's details. But the work doesn't stop only to this aspect: from this base the artist takes the idea to see the human body in his changes, to raise its content and to sublime it with kind and poetic touch.

We pass trough an installation site specific inspired by the gallery's high where painted fabric with the rust, inspired by the shroud but actual in the signe that recalls the woman and her maturation in the maternity, they anticipate the china drawings on paper: gentle metaphors of the being man that with dosed gestures, almost a ritual, diaphanous in their essential thing, they go out of the space to them usually devoted, making us see the metamorphosis of the same gesture. Eyelashes that go over the threshold of the face, hands that are caressed and at the same time already burnt by the light that it's devouring them.
Beatrice Crastini

There is serious art. And there is, heaven be praised, lighthearted art. Take the work of Lucien Freud. It can hardly be heavier. Everyone tells me it is wonderful, that you cannot ignore it´s about the essence of life. Such kind of things. I quickly look the other way. Can I maybe? No, of course, I may not. That would be fleeing, not facing reality.
Strictly prohibited. Very strictly prohibited. As if the blue sky is no reality, or the lost bubble that floated past the window this morning, when I accidentally just looked outside. Oh, the gravity, despair, misery. What are they sometimes pretentious. I can believe we are on the edge of a volcano. But is that not exactly a reason to dance? -The steam from the pan / It feels as if someone / is near to me- This is a Haiku from Basho in the translation of Jan van Tooren. The world Freud closed right in your face is suddenly re-opening. A similar smile floats around in Saskia van Dijk’s work. With a few lines she illustrates a face. And to that face eyelashes are glued, so long they go far beyond the frame. Over here tears are being wept. On the floor a collection of glass bubbles is lying slightly melancholic. Two hands, searching for warmth and tenderness, appear to be candles, so everything will be in vain. Cartoon-like males stand together observing an inexplicable black hole. Each work contains a meaningful discovery. The lightness of being is really not as unbearable as Kundera would have us believe.
Rommert Boonstra, February 2008.

La galleria Factory-Art contemporanea presenta in anteprima per l'Italia, la mostra dell'artista olandese Saskia van Dijk con una serie di lavori che vanno da disegni in china, a sipari a candele.

Il focus su cui ruota il lavoro di Saskia van Dijk è l'uomo nei piccoli dettagli del quotidiano. Ma il lavoro non si ferma solo a questo aspetto: da questa piattaforma l'artista prende lo spunto per vedere il corpo umano nei suoi cambiamenti, elevarne il contenuto e sublimarlo con tocco gentile e poetico.
Si passa così da una installazione site-specific che ispirata dall'altezza della galleria dove teli dipinti con la ruggine, ispirati dalla sindone ma attuali nel segno che richiama la donna e la sua maturazione nella maternità, anticipano i disegni in china su carta: delicate metafore dell'essere uomo che con gesti dosati, quasi un rituale, diafani nella loro essenzialità escono dallo spazio a loro usualmente dedicato, facendoci vedere la metamorfosi del gesto stesso. Ciglia che sconfinano oltre la soglia del volto, mani che si accarezzano ma già bruciate dalla luce che le divora.
Beatrice Crastini

Scrivono di lei:
There is serious art. And there is, heaven be praised, lighthearted art. Take the work of Lucien Freud. It can hardly be heavier. Everyone tells me it is wonderful, that you cannot ignore it´s about the essence of life. Such kind of things. I quickly look the other way. Can I maybe? No, of course, I may not. That would be fleeing, not facing reality.
Strictly prohibited. Very strictly prohibited. As if the blue sky is no reality, or the lost bubble that floated past the window this morning, when I accidentally just looked outside. Oh, the gravity, despair, misery. What are they sometimes pretentious. I can believe we are on the edge of a volcano. But is that not exactly a reason to dance? -The steam from the pan / It feels as if someone / is near to me - This is a Haiku from Basho in the translation of Jan van Tooren. The world Freud closed right in your face is suddenly re-opening. A similar smile floats around in Saskia van Dijk’s work. With a few lines she illustrates a face. And to that face eyelashes are glued, so long they go far beyond the frame. Over here tears are being wept. On the floor a collection of glass bubbles is lying slightly melancholic. Two hands, searching for warmth and tenderness, appear to be candles, so everything will be in vain. Cartoon-like males stand together observing an inexplicable black hole. Each work contains a meaningful discovery. The lightness of being is really not as unbearable as Kundera would have us believe.
Rommert Boonstra, February 2008.