The mysterious language of Robert Yoder’s paintings, at Platform.
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― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Emily Dickinson:
Those — dying then,
Knew where they went —
They went to God's Right Hand —
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found —
The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small —
Better an ignis fatuus
Than no illume at all —
And in my hat full harebrainedly thy flowers did I wear.
Too late I find, at last, thy fruits are nothing worth;
Thy blossoms fall and fade full fast, though bravery bring them forth.
By thee I hoped always in deep delights to dwell,
But since I find thy fickleness, Fancy (quoth he), farewell.
Excerpt from
The Green Knights Farewell to Fancy
hmmmm, that's not at all what I get when I look at the 'work'. But then again I guess I just don't buy as easily into the suggestability of some random artist statement that seems to have little to do with the actual art.
Yoder's art has always done a good job of recycling someone elses aesthetic. I guess that's why people like it. It's well done familiarity.