Claudia Bakker

"The American artist Robert Smithson (1938-1973) once said that he perceived his interventions in nature (land works) as an effort to give back “Saint-Victoire Mountain” to Cézanne. I would say that, in her own way, Claudia Bakker has been, for a while now, attempting the same in relation to the apples. After Cézanne, apples were no longer the same. The hundreds of apples painted by the great French master created and revealed what seemed impossible: the apple in a migration from nature to painting. One needs only to look in order to believe. Claudia Bakker’s exhibition at the gallery of the República Museum, entitled “Photo-texts” resumes works previously displayed in Açude Museum and Funarte. The topic stills the same: apples and time. Whether through photos and text (employed in this exhibition), or video and installation (in other occasions), at stake are the modes of permanence that things (apple and art) have, while exposed to time’s consumption. The apple, as a metaphor of art and of live, only exists through death. This is the paradox: there is no life without death. Her photos mingle different times, or, better saying, they desire to be time: of writing, of art, of the fruit and of the feminine. All times in a singleone, that seems to return always anew. Apple as nature and as culture. If in the recent exhibition at Funarte – where a large map of Brazil was drawn on the floor with apples, that got rotten – what interested her was the time of things in themselves, in these photos she privileges the multiple appropriations created by cultural representations. It would be interesting if the two exhibitions were nearer each other, creating thus a field of opposition and complementarity. On the other hand, the sensation of emptiness of this exhibition contributes for the dawn of the symbolic references within the spectator. Claudia Bakker’s “Photo-texts” are, above all, silent, in spite of their multiple indications of meaning. Contemporary art, while process and crisis works in this abyssal and milimetrical territory between silence and sense, revealing that, deep down, everything is time and language."
Luiz Camillo Osório, 1998
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