Being in Brussels last week, I had the opportunity to notice how rock star living can disturb one's mind. It wasn't the famous self-derision of the belgian, neither was the "art nouveau" mansion of baron Horta that showed us the depths of someone on the edge.
It was "It's not only Rock 'n' Roll, Baby!", an exposition being shown at the centre for fine arts of Brussels, ironically nicknamed bozar by folks and by the institution itself.
Among others, Sculptures by Bianca Casady, blood paints by Pete Doherty, large scale installation by Brian Eno, light sculptures by Alan Vega can be seen there.
Among others, Sculptures by Bianca Casady, blood paints by Pete Doherty, large scale installation by Brian Eno, light sculptures by Alan Vega can be seen there.
The exposition's aim is to demonstrate the indistinguishable nature of rock and visual arts.
My favorite one is one of Bianca Casady's (member of cocorosie) sculptures :
Amongst her work, a lot of paints focusing on religion or female condition :

Be free to interpret those, I do like looney tunes
Also at bozar, an even more incredible exposition : Sioux in paradise by Johan Muyle
Native from Charleroi, Johan Muyle makes monumental animated paintings and motorised sculptures. Muyle takes a look at modern media streams, disappearance of utopias, radicalisation of religions. At bozar he shows motorised skeletons topped by his own head's replica. These dark and funny characters assault the visitors, revealing provocative messages.Take the data overload and surveillance for example : one of our skeleton friends rushes towards the visitor, with a board telling "be careful, you're being watched"... One the back of the character there's a small TV linked to a camera that is filming the people in the room... So you're part of the show.
Another favorite one is a TV revealed behind red curtains under a blood rain, and broadcasting "Singing in the rain"...






