TEFAF - Epilogue - The Golden Line
- Art of Hearing | Dyon Scheijen
- 7 days ago
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Where Art Meets Science | The Hearing Triptych
There are moments when something coincides.
Not because you are looking for it.
But because everything you have seen
suddenly moves to a single point.
My visit to TEFAF was one of those moments.
I walked past works that have stood the test of time.
A blue that was no longer a color, but an experience
(Yves Klein, 1960).
A red that could not be explained, but persisted
(Chiyu Uemae, 1965/1982).
A world captured in light, where silence became almost audible.
(Aelbert Cuyp, ca. 1650).
And somewhere between all those works
something else happened.
I didn't just start looking.
I began to understand.
Not what art is.
But what becomes art
when it finds its place in the world.
Not by chance.
But through:
time
context
recognition
and the courage to give meaning
And there…
exactly there…
something shifted.
Because I realized
that I was making something all that time
which I had not yet fully expressed.
I don't make paintings.
I create experiences.
Sound.
Silence.
Unrest.
Acceptance.
And then came the line.
Not in a museum.
But in my own work.
DS24001
200 x 200 cm
Acrylics on acoustic absorbing canvas
A plane of deep blue.
Royal blue.
Not empty.
But full of movement.
Like life itself.
And through that…
a line.
Gold.
Not tight.
Not perfect.
But present.
She comes forward from close up.
Almost tangible.
Like tinnitus can be.
As something presents itself
without you asking for it.
But that same line
is not the only thing that bothers.
She is also something that provides direction.
As in Japanese kintsugi
where fractures are not hidden,
but remain visible in gold.
Not to restore what was.
But to make visible
which has become part of the whole.
This work is not about the disappearance of pain.
But about the moment when something shifts.
Where resistance becomes space.
Where sound does not disappear,
but takes on a different meaning.
That is ACT.
And maybe…
is that art too.
Not taking away what is there.
But making it visible
of how we learn to live with it.
And somewhere, during TEFAF…
my gaze fell on the light.
Not the gold.
Not the color.
But the light.
Soft.
Bearing.
Present without being intrusive.
A horizon.
Maybe…
is that what is yet to come.
A next step.
Not just showing the line.
But finding the light
that wears her.
Where Art Meets Science
I have no idea anymore.
It is a movement.
A quest for how we can understand
what we feel.
And how we can feel
what we cannot always understand.
And somewhere between blue and gold
between silence and sound
between science and art
space is created.
Room to look.
Space to feel.
Space to be.
And maybe…
is that the only place
where real change begins.
Only the light can silence the darkness.
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