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For the third exhibtion in 2015 at VAN HORN we are delighted to present Koen Delaere’s new paintings for the first time. The artist belongs to a younger generation of conceptually working painters, who are researching and extending painting, to add something that goes beyond traditional painterly methods. Delaeres works are the result of a physical and energetic interaction with the material.
In Delaere’s Oeuvre the act of painting is central – the dynamic process, which is subject to the artist’s conscious as well as unconscious contemplation and selection – which can ltake months. For him painting is not about aesthetic perfection or completion, he rather aims to involve the viewer into his dynamic work process. The layers of paint and the gestural way in which it is is applied are the subject matter of Delaere’s compelling paintings. The performative character of Delaere’s works can be compared to experiencing a live music performance or to making music in which a meaning evolves while actively listening. A spontaneity that is reflected throughout a concert. There is a randomness, an improvisation and a controlled chaos. We find traces of this elements in his pantings, which are created in the rythm the music (which constantly plays in his studio) determines. His works live on an extension of the present.
KOEN DELAERE
IN CURVED AIR
MAY 23 – JULY 4, 2015

 

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[Kim]
Look before you leap, okay?
Do you read me?
May all your dreams come true
He’s standing by the door
He’s got something in his hands
All the money’s gone
All the money’s gone
The days we spend, go on and on
Shift
Fucking youth
Working youth
May all your dreams come trueA lot of people suffer
From impotence
All the money’s gone
The days we spend go on and on

Fucking youth
Working youth
Fucking youth
Working youth
Fucking youth
Fucking youth
Working youth

[Lee]
You slept
Did I drift?
Do I dream?
Do you read me?
I’m not speaking
Do you read me?
I dream

I dream

Sound today are you sound today
are you sound today?
Sound today are you sound today
are you sound today?
Today
These things don’t happen
automatically
I dream
Edith moves each step
Fucking youth
The days we spent go on and on
I dream
Do you read me?

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These are amazing: each
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Were a still performance.
Arranging by chanceTo meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,

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The pale moon sails out blank.
Green fruit in the trees and

 2013 , 180x110 cm, oilpaint / acrylics on canvas, collection Centraal Museum Utrecht (NL)

Waves hitting rocks, pebbles and dead stone-white pieces of coral rolling back and forth.coralwhiteteeth. coming up above water after watching a moray hiding its leathery body and sharper teeth under a piece of rock. The shape of the waves projected by sunlight like a bright white grid on the ocean floor.white,neither grey nor ivory white. Bright specks of colour flashing in the grid, mostly parrotfisch. Gobies and Blennies testing your macro and super macro skills. Green, Spotted, Chain, Chestnut and Golden tail Morays are easy with an occasional Spotted Snake Eel. Night dives will yield Clinging, Cryptic, Neck and Speck Clawed crabs along with Banded Coral, Scarlet, and Red Night shrimps. On the beach there are coloured pieces of fabric and cardboard.white is the colour of modern times, it includes everything,superseded the brown of decadence and the blue of divisionism, the cult of the blue sky, the gods with green beards and the spectrum. Painted unhesistant and precise, playfull and accurate. Painted in the garden under a palm tree, orange and white specked dog watching, white dog bored.A fisherman is gutting his catch. Seatortoises comin to have their daily feed. A coca-cola bottle filled to the brim with orange sprim. In the background some rough bushes some poisonous trees, spiked branches. Drowned-man green, coal tar-impossible orange-brown, deep cheap perfume aquamarine, the colours of the painted pieces soft pink, cold lemon yellow, so cold so sweet. thinking about this driving with XXXX. Crossing the Brooklynbridge on our way to our hotel in the korean block.sunset. The yelow cab is orange it is lemon. a shoppingcart full of fruit and tequilla gets pushed throught the sweet spring-rain. Green bike-lane. Orange bike.The olive green bottle, brokenglass green, green apples, green mind, say sits okay. Painted under the pinetree in the grass, fingercutgreen.dry green. Painted on a sidewalk in barcelona. Plantrelief in the concrete. flavored with the dried peel of the laraha citrus fruit, mispelmedlar,seagrapes. West-kapelle salt in the air, more light. These strange beings one calls colour. Even when its adequately named, colour exceeds the word. Den helder beaches, the waves green-grey. Drinking coffee in sao paulo, monkeys in a tree, painting barefoot. Colour that one talks about. Painting is not to be read and colour does not speak since its in excess of the language that names it. Different forces in one field. Which voice speaks the painting.

 

koen delaere : de vleeshal: private collection new york: delaere : 2014

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