DE
EN
artists & participants
Alex Bag,
Darja Bajagic,
Bianca Bondi,
Christine Borland,
Gast Bouschet,
Christoph Büchel,
Sarah Charlesworth,
Iris van Dongen,
Jan Fabre,
Sindre Foss Skancke,
Ragnar Kjartansson,
Julien Langendorff,
Elodie Lesourd,
Tony Oursler,
Andres Serrano,
David Tibet,
John Urho Kemp,
Gisele Vienne,
Marnie Weber,
Jerome Zonder
curator
press release
L'homme gris
14.11.2020 — 06.06.2021
There is no doubt you have already come across him on a street corner, eaten at his side, laughed at his jokes, cried on his shoulder, admired his insights. Perhaps you haven’t even noticed him, although he is always there, an aloof everyday presence, quite simply, anonymous. However, he has never shown you his true nature, you never realised he was wearing a mask, that this neighbour, this friend, this work colleague, this… anybody, could be the Devil in person. But are we not constantly searching for him in others so as not to find him in ourselves?
The L’homme gris exhibition at Casino Luxembourg – Forum d'art contemporain explores non-archetypal representations of the Devil in contemporary art. Far from disappearing, his image has simply mutated, showing again his fascinating ability to adapt which has allowed him to pass through art history—and mankind—unabated. While the way in which he slips away, transforms, infiltrates allows him to claim an all-the-more dangerous, powerful, or liberating position, it offers artists two possible paths to explore. Their choice sways between the empty shell, the costume to don, the pure image, and an elusive and constant metamorphosis.
This exciting alternative evokes, or perhaps, invokes, reflective illusions or the use of anonymity as strategic weapons; reveals the evil internalisation in man, and his unbearable banality; questions the boundaries between the visible and the invisible, disguise and mass; and aspires to rekindle a dark flamboyance. Creation leans, therefore, to span philosophical, economic, political, aesthetic, and moral fields.
This banner casts a shadow: the one in capital letters by C. G. Jung, the one left by the worrying flight of the fallen angel, the one hiding the light and plunging the world into a morose, impassive grey, a shroud; the one, in particular, which Peter Schlemihl sold to "the grey man," and which allows him, the hapless outcast, to understand and admire—a real parable of art—the wonders of this world.