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Reviewed in the United States on February 1, 2006
Milkstones and pollen fields, houses and ships, wax chambers and staircases - Wolfgang Laib goes back to the archaic roots of religious feelings with perseverance.
He is crossing the frontiers of time and country, of religion and philosophy - and he is a pathfinder of the bridges between each other.
You can find the symbol of the ship (the river "Styx") in many cultures, also the staircase monuments, trying to reach the sky (Jacob's ladders or pyramides) - no matter if it is an Indian, Egyptian or South American sky.
Ritual performances like pouring out something wet like water or milk or pollen (pollen, collected in small pouches, is used by North American Navajos) is often a part of diverse lifestyles. You have to wash, if you enter a moshee, you will use water, if you enter a Roman Catholic church. With milk everyone starts his life.
If we enter a "beeswax house sculpture" of Wolfgang Laib, we have something to smell, our sense of hearing is lessened and our skin is stimulated.
Margit Rowell, former chief curator at the Museum of Modern Art, New York, did the right thing, supporting this German artist, a mixture of Andy Goldsworthy and Joseph Beuys, Christo or Moore, trying to create visual basic subjects, helping us to contact our inner life.
He is crossing the frontiers of time and country, of religion and philosophy - and he is a pathfinder of the bridges between each other.
You can find the symbol of the ship (the river "Styx") in many cultures, also the staircase monuments, trying to reach the sky (Jacob's ladders or pyramides) - no matter if it is an Indian, Egyptian or South American sky.
Ritual performances like pouring out something wet like water or milk or pollen (pollen, collected in small pouches, is used by North American Navajos) is often a part of diverse lifestyles. You have to wash, if you enter a moshee, you will use water, if you enter a Roman Catholic church. With milk everyone starts his life.
If we enter a "beeswax house sculpture" of Wolfgang Laib, we have something to smell, our sense of hearing is lessened and our skin is stimulated.
Margit Rowell, former chief curator at the Museum of Modern Art, New York, did the right thing, supporting this German artist, a mixture of Andy Goldsworthy and Joseph Beuys, Christo or Moore, trying to create visual basic subjects, helping us to contact our inner life.
