| By Michaela
Nolte, Berlin, Germany, 2004
Barbara Bachner has formulated a wonderful statement about her work:
"We are in a sense on a voyage where the map is hidden". It
does not matter what we may call this invisible topography - fate, providence,
anticipation ... because despite all enlightenment and autonomy of man
there remains a hidden, incomprehensible and intangible signpost: a secret
which Bachner places in the subconscious.
Since 1977, Barbara Bachner keeps a journal of her dreams and in the last
ten years these notes are the concrete starting point for her work. That
is if you can call dreams concrete. In sleep, dreams are composed as pictures
that also inhabit the body and Bachner translates them in her journal
into language, which in turn appears as scriptural signs and fragments
in her art.
In Vilem Flusser's essay " Die Schrift" (Writing) it says: Writing
was ... originally a gesture by which something was carved into an object
using a wedge like instrument ("stilus"). This form of writing
is not much used anymore. Usually writing these days means putting color
on a surface. If is not inscription but "surscription". The
contemporary writing lacks both stem ("stilus") and style.
Barbara Bachner has developed a style out of the intensive encounter of
word and picture. Writing and language do not emerge from formal criteria
nor are these statements that can be read as it can be done with the works
of concept artist Lawrence Weiner. Bachner seems to arrive at the picture
from a level of consciousness beyond the two-dimensional canvas. This
dialogue between surface texture and transformed text structure creates
a transitional zone setting free memories and letting them become materially
evident.
The signs cannot be deciphered by reason and neither as a personal notation
of the artist nor as established collective symbols. If we want to decipher
something we have to retrace our steps: Bachner''s pictures open meadows
of imagination to our own dreams. Here we can wander through the dialectic
of memories and oblivion and begin a journey expanding the horizon.
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