Frederik Marks

Do thou faithful unto death | Beneath the sun of the dead bird

digital c-type prints, digital images, 3D render

My inner world is in turmoil, in tension between two forces. Two magnets that allure me equally, wrenching me, squelching me between them. Tearing me apart.
Do thou faithful unto death
One of the forces creating tension within the artists mind is the cult ‘The order of the sons of Temperance’. Here the artist appropriates a temperance society from 16th Century America.
The cult demands it’s members to mystify their own trauma. The cult clings onto the intensity of the past. It recreates and mystifies the moment of death, letting its member hold onto the same intensity again, for seconds, creating a form of temporary release, though as their members hold onto the past the silky surface evaporates between the heat of their skin.
The cult classifies also in love, separating in Whore and Madonna, never allowing the members to experience love outside of the chains they are bound to by taking that first initial gulp of blood from the chalice.
From that moment they swear to repeat, they swear to adhere to the Pledge. They sign up for myth and a false hope, but nonetheless a stable ground to stand on. And so, from that moment on their mind is dominated by shimmering empty speech echoing from all four corners of the room.
Beneath the sun of the dead bird
In Beneath the sun of the dead bird the artist aims to confront the viewer with an unconscious in constant flux, representing the second force within the script; constant psychic revolution that does not halt at the moment of death: He reveals how the guts of the bat spill out over time, leaving us face to face with the absolute. The insects feast on the bat, slackening it’s body, eating it up from the inside.
In the middle of the room the inner workings of a termite mound rose from the ashes of the factory, showing us an unconscious freed from chains, though its beautiful structure is in constant danger. The toxic mixture of the pool surrounding it slowly fractures it, eats it up.
The altar piece consisting of three termite mounds, facing the viewer, does not only embody an enormous energy for positive change but also the constant danger of madness and complete loss of stability, a force capable to obliterate the mind in its core.
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