What You See Is What You Get!
“There are three sides to each thing; the one that you see, the one that I see, and the one none of us sees."
(Chinese proverb)
In her painting work, Sabine Pfeifer alludes to a widespread prejudice: the still life with flowers is ascribed to the painting woman like the passion for cars is ascribed to the German male. She shows resistance through irony and distance to these kinds of definition, doesn't let her surroundings (the "mainstream") dictate her behaviour and sujets. And she has no scruples to frustrate ideas of classical beauty by showing views of cultivated living room plants taken from garden center advertising.
Sabine Pfeifer challenges the obvious. She confronts the viewer cryptically and taunting with different points of view. Her favorite subject - the flowers - is basically secondary. Her real intention is to dissolve shape/certainty into shapelessness/uncertainty, thus liberating the viewer to search within a wider range of possibilities.
This removal of form is especially comprehensive in the painting "Hell Angel". At first only a shapeless apparition is visible. There is no support for an identification as a flower. Similar to a partly blurred or double exposed photograph, the eye has to slowly accomodate. Once the right setting is found, the detail is either smudged or so big that only colour is there to "recognize". The eye is either too close or too far. There is no way to achieve clear "focus".
But this removal of comprehension is exactly Sabine Pfeifer's intention. She intends to activate the viewer's imagination. His vision is to become more open and ambigous. He is to see the "Angel" (the flower as a symbol of happiness, love and harmony) and also the "Hell" (the dark side of cultivation, the destruction of nature): What You See Is What You Get!
Franz Littmann, preface to the
catalog
"pfeiferbilder 2005"
... this seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.
'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: `I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if--if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see--how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'
The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on the top of it.
She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'
`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'
`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.
`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'
`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.
`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'
`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.
`Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; `all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.'
`You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?'
Lewis Carroll
Alice in Wonderland |
