Filed under: unseen world | Tags: art, calder, circus, jean paul sartre, sculpture
Circus is a world set apart that takes us in and that we apprehend when we enter the tent. The ring is a collapsed proscenium; we are made to think that we are a part of the zaniness. But we always remain convinced that we are not from that world, that we’re just there to delight in it for a moment and then, with more than a little relief, to leave it behind. So which one is it; are we part of it or not? I think both, that we are a part of it, but want to keep ourselves clean from its madness and scandal by insisting that we have nothing to do with it. It’s an exercise in substitution: they’re crazy, I can leave.
“In short, although Calder has no desire to imitate anything—his one aim is to create chords and cadences of unknown movements—his mobiles are at once lyrical inventions, technical, almost mathematical combinations and the perceptible symbol of Nature: great elusive Nature, squandering pollen and abruptly causing a thousand butterflies to take wing…”
– Jean-Paul Sartre
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