Wieland Schönfelder at A Certain Lack of Coherence

Artist: Wieland Schönfelder

Exhibition title: THEY ARE WAITING FOR THE CRYSTAL TO GLOW AGAIN

Venue: A Certain Lack of Coherence, Porto, Portugal

Date: April 13 – May 5, 2018

Photography: all images copyright and courtesy of the artist and A Certain Lack of Coherence

“THE DISAGREEMENTS THAT OCCUR IN THE SAME WORLD CAN BE VIOLENT BUT THEY DISSOLVE INTO HARMONY. THE ONLY IRREDUCIBLE DISSONANCES ARE BETWEEN DIFFERENT WORLDS.”

THEY ARE WAITING FOR THE CRYSTAL TO GLOW AGAIN.

THEY INDICATE THAT THERE EXISTS A GREATER WORLD, AND THAT IT‘S PERIMETER DEFINES THE LIMIT OF ALL CREATED THINGS; THAT AT THE FAR EXTREMITY OF THIS GREAT WORLD THERE EXISTS A PRIVILEGED CREATION WHICH REPRODUCES, WITHIN ITS RESTRICTED DIMENSIONS, THE IMMENSE ORDER OF THE HEAVENS, THE STARS, THE MOUNTAINS, RIVERS, AND STORMS; AND THAT IT IS THE ORDER OF THINGS BETWEEN THE EFFECTIVE LIMITS OF THIS CONSTITUENT ANALOGY THAT THE INTERPLAY OF RESEMBLANCES TAKES PLACE.

THEY KNOW THE AUTHORITY OF THE CRYSTAL IS ABSTRACT BUT CANNOT BE QUESTIONED.

THEY KNOW THE CRYSTAL FORM IS A METAPHOR. THE CRYSTAL IS A FRACTAL THAT REPEATS ITSELF IN ALL AREAS OF LIFE. THUS, IN BOTH BIG AND SMALL. A UNIVERSAL, REPETITIVE ORDER OF LIFE IS ASSUMED. MICRO AND MACRO. LOVE AND DEATH. ALL THE GREAT NARRATIVES RESONATE IN THE SCHEMATIC BASIC CHORD.

THEY SAY: THE ORNAMENTAL/FOLDET IS AN EXPRESSION OF DEGENERATION BUT NECESSARY IN ORDER TO KEEP THE SOCIETY TOGETHER. THE INTERNAL MOVEMENTS OF THE SOUL ARE FOLDED SURFACE. IT IS NECESSARY TO UNFOLD IT.

THERE IS A RADICAL ONTOLOGICAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ALL OF THEM WHICH IS HOWEVER SUSPENDED IN A FORMAL COMPULSORY CONSENSUS OR COUNTERACTED IN A COUNTERPOINT-ISH MANNER. THAT IS THE SOUND OF THE WORLD.

THEY TOLD US THE DIALECTICAL PRINCIPLE IS THE ENGINE OF ALL PROGRESSIONS.

THEY ARE IN A CRISIS OF COHERENCE THAT SHAKES THE VERY BOWELS OF THEIR SOCIETY. THEY RESPOND TO THE IMPERATIVE OF THE TOTAL CRYSTALLISATION OF EXISTENCE, TO THE NECESSITY OF MAKING SURE NOTHING WILL REMAIN OUTSIDE THE CRYSTAL FORM IN WHAT THEY STILL CALL, EUPHEMISTICALLY, „HUMAN RELATIONS“.

THEIR ASSES REPRESENT THE LAST BASTION OF ILLUSION OF A USE VALUE WHICH HAS SO MANIFESTLY DISAPPEARED FROM THE SURFAC E OF EXISTENCE. THE IRONY, OF COURSE, IS THAT THIS VALUE IS STILL, IT ITSELF, AN EXCHANGE.

THEY ARE THE UNIVERSAL BENEFICIARY OF ALL THE PSEUDO-CONCRETENESS OF THIS WORLD, AND OF THE PSEUDO-OBJECTIVITY OF OBJECTS FIRST OF ALL.

THEY CAN WELL SPEAK OF DEATH, THEY WILL INVARIABLY CONCLUDE THAT AFTER ALL, THATS LIFE.

THEY MUST HAVE A BODY, IT‘S A MORAL NECESSITY, A ‚REQUIREMENT.‘ AND IN THE FIRST PLACE, THEY MUST HAVE A BODY BECAUSE AN OBSCURE OBJECT LIVES IN THEM. NOTHING OBSCURE LIVES IN THEM BECAUSE THEY HAVE A BODY, BUT THEY MUST HAVE A BODY BECAUSE THERE IS AN OBSCURE OBJECT IN THEM.

THEY HAVE EROTIC FANTASIES THAT EMBARRASSINGLY COMPLICATE THEIR LIVES.

THEY HAVE FRAGMENTED BODIES WHOSE ONLY ORDER PRINCIPLE IS GEOMETRY AND DESIRE. IT TAKES THE BODIES APART AND PUTS THEM BACK TOGETHER.

THEY ARE ALL MEN. BUT THEY COULD BE WOMEN TOO. OR THEY ARE WOMEN DRESSED AS MEN. FINALLLY IT WOULD‘T MAKE A DIFFERENCE AFTER ALL.

THEY INCARNATE THE FALSE TRANSCENDENCE THAT SHOWS THE FRAGILE (NON)EXISTENCE OF THEM.

THEY SHOW HAPPINESS, BECAUSE IN THE SPECTACLE, WHERE THE APPEARANCE OF HAPPINESS ALSO WORKS AS THE SINE QUA NON CONDITION FOR HAPPINESS, THE DUTY TO SIMULATE HAPPINESS IS THE FORMULA FOR ALL SUFFERING.

THEY SAY YOU ARE EVIL. THEY ARE LONGING FOR HUMANISTIC THOUGHTS.

THEY TRY TO SEE THE THINGS IN CONTEXT.

THEY CONSTITUTE THEMSELFES, IN THEIR OWN WAY, AN ADVANCED POSITION IN THE IMPERIALISM OF THE WILL.

THEY ARE INFINITE BECAUSE THEY EXIST DUE TO THE EVERLASTING FRACTAL RECOMBINATION OF THE SMALLEST PARTS FROM WHICH THEY ARE MADE OF.

AS THEY BEGIN TO EXPRESS THEIR EXCITEMENT THROUGH RHYTHM, THEY ARE IN TUNE WITH THE COSMIC REALITY AND FINALLY IN HARMONY WITH ALL OTHER MOVING ENTITIES.

THEY SPEAK OF THE GEOMETRIC SHINE OF THE FORCES, COLORS OF THE SOUNDS AND STRUCTURE OF THE ATMOSPHERE.

THEY ARE DREAMING OF THEIR WORKS OF ART AS THEY DREAM OF THE STARS AND THE OCEANS.

WHEN THEY COME UNDER THE SPELL OF THE DEEPER DOMAIN OF TECHNIQUES, ITS ECONOMIC CHARACTER AND EVEN ITS POWER ASPECT FASCINATES THEM LESS THAN ITS PLAYFUL SIDE. THEN THEY REALIZE THAT THEY ARE INVOLVED IN A PLAY, A DANCE OF THE SPIRIT, WHICH CANNOT BE GRASPED BY CALCULATION. WHAT IS ULTIMATELY LEFT FOR SCIENCE IS INTUITION ALONE. A CALL OF DESTINY.

THEY SAY THAT DISCIPLINE HAD VANISHED FROM THE WORLD. IT HAD BEEN REPLACED BY THE CATASTROPHE. THEY ARE LIVING IN PERMANENT UNREST, AND NO ONE COULD TRUST ANYONE ELSE.

THEY STRIVE TO BE LESS DIFFERENT AND FORMALLY EQUALIZE EACH OTHER. DEVIATIONS CAN BE APPROVED. HYPERSENSITIVITY AND FEAR OF HUMILIATION AND INSULT DUE TO OTHERNESS AND DEVIATION HOWEVER IS PUNISHED AND PASSED ON AS NARCISSISM.

THEY APPEAR AS THE MOST POWERFUL VECTOR OF THE TYRANNY OF SERVITUDE. WHO CAN GUESS THE FURY ENRAGING THEM AT ANY SIGN OF DISOBEDIENCE? IN THIS SENSE, A CERTAIN TYPE OF TOTALITARIAN SOCIAL DEMOCRACY SUITS THEM MARVELOUSLY.

THEY GET DEPRESSED BECAUSE THEY WOULD LIKE TO BE A THING LIKE OTHER THINGS, THAT IS, LIKE OTHER THINGS SEEN FROM OUTSIDE, THOUGH THEY CAN NEVER QUITE MANAGE IT, BECAUSE THEY WOULD LIKE TO BE A SIGN, TO CIRCULATE WITHOUT FRICTION THROUGH THE GIGANTIC SEMIOCRATIC METABOLISM.

THEY REALIZE: THERE ARE NEW FORMS OF DESIRE. UNFORTUNATELY.

THEY CAN CAST SPELLS. THE MAGIC PRINCIPLE IS NOT ABOLISHED.

THEY YELL: VERDI IS DEAD, VERDI IS DEAD!

THEY WANT TO BE LOVED. NOT QUITE.

THEY ARE „RESENTMENT“ THAT SMILES.

NOTHING, IN THE CONDUCT OF THEM HAS A REASON IN ITSELF. EVERYTHING IS ORDERED BY THE DOMINANT DEFINITION OF THE CRYSTAL. THEIR ESTRANGEMENT FROM THEMSELFES BORDERS ON MYTHOMANIA. AS A LAST RESORT, THEY FETISHIZE THEIR ASSES SO AS TO AVOID AN AWARENESS OF THE ENTIRELY CONDITIONED NATURE OF THEIR DESIRES.

IN THEIR DIVORCE, THEIR HEART AND ASSHAVE BECOME TWO EMPTY ABSTRACTIONS.

THEY ONLY ESTABLISH RELATIONSHIPS BASED ON THE STRICTEST REIFICATION AND ON FALSE SUBSTANTIALITY, WHERE THEY CAN BE SURE THAT WHAT UNITES IN FACT ONLY SEPARATES.

THEY ARE OPTIMISTIC, THRILLED, POSITIVE, HAPPY, ENTHUSIASTIC, JOYFUL; IN OTHER WORDS, THEY SUFFER.

THEY LIKE CHILDREN BECAUSE THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL, HONEST AND THEY SMELL NICE.

THEY OFFER AN UNEQUIVOCAL MODEL OF THE UNEARTHLY ETHOS: A REFRIGERATED CONSCIOUSNESS LIVING IN EXILE IN A PETRIFIED BODY.

THEY WANT WHAT YOU DON‘T HAVE.

THEY ARE IN FEAR OF BEING VICTOROUS.

THEY DON‘T WANT HISTORY.

THEY WANT TO HYMN THE MAN AT THE WHEEL, WHO HURLS THE LANCE OF HIS SPIRIT ACROSS THE EARTH, ALONG THE CIRCLE OF ITS ORBIT.

THEY THINK YOU ARE LACKING INTELLECTUAL JOY.

THEY ARE DIFFERENT TO EACH OTHER AS MUCH AS THEY ARE THE SAME.

THEY CAPTURE THE WORLD AS IT IS AND NOT AS IT SHOULD BE.

THEY ARE WAITING FOR THE CRYSTAL TO GLOW AGAIN. THE CRYSTAL ABSORBS THE VIBRATIONS OF WORLD-MUSIC AND PRODUCES A FAINT GLOW WITH STRONG RESONANCE. AS SOON AS THAT MUSIC REACHES ITS PEAK, IT LIGHTS UP AGAIN WITH ITS OLD POWER. NOBODY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENS THEN…