Don has gone, and since 2004. That makes this post on him an anniversary, and probably the only because despite him having fans on Internet, he is largely forgotten. That's where a bit of mystery comes in...
I discovered him in 2005. An image of two naked man, caught in a fight. 'Coup de grace'.
For 'snapshots', Vigeland's works is quite symbolic. Which is understandable, with the exposition theme Birth, Life and Death.
The border around the fountain and the parapet of the pedestrian bridge show various metaphors. Some are incomprehensible, there are funny ones, others exhibit a violent streak. There are also common scenes, like Relationship and Love.
The interesting poses, but there are the faces too, the expressions...
Considering that the figures have a smooth approach and are devoid of subtle details. In paintings you can put down many layers of emotions, but stone and bronze are less pliable. Vigeland did a real good job.
The common critical response regarding the Vigeland collection in Frogner Park is, 'We're looking at a bunch of bloody snapshots!'
Yes, sort of. Families on the beach, walking the promenade, playing in the park.
That's remarkable in itself. Definitely not what germanic artists from his era considered salonfahig. The sculptures and statues of nazis Arno Breker and Josef Thorak differ from those of Vigeland in that the poses of their men and women are highly theatrical, and deliberately so. People had to be given the idea that homo sapiens (with noble germanic features) was just a few steps away from a godlike status.
The statues are all bare naked while engaging in various typical human pursuits.
My preference for Vigeland's mass-sculpture is not solely for the fact that his 200+ figures are, indeed, all rendered in the nude. They are more than that.
Like every other large city, Oslo has a communal park. But due to a fittie between the city council and renowned Norwegian artist Gustav Vigeland, Frogner Park became nothing short of a cultural miracle.
These days there is the obsession to transform every literary legend or famous animation character into a modern samurai. Hollywood, the American Superhero culture and computer games are to blame.
It's a lot worse than turning Little Red Riding Hood into a sexpot who loves to spread for the wolf, the huntsman, charming princes, dwarves and giants and not necessarily one at a time.
But okay, the Killer Hood art is eye candy as well.
A Manga portrait, and almost the modern definition of LRRH. As usual with Japanese pop art, this little girl could be anywhere between 10 and 16. Whoa, she's oozing sex.
There's no avoiding the erotic element in Little Red Riding Hood. On a basic level, the story deals with the abuse of the innocent, cruelty towards the old and vulnerable, and bestiality. It's also a warning: Don't go out into the woods alone. Unless...unless you're a prostitute and know how to kick some balls. Wikipedia:
There is no psychology in fairy tales, as Mr Bill Pullman stated? A rabid wolf may attack and eat live humans without a thought, but when he uses a glib tongue to fool a young girl and shimmies himself into her granny's nightshirt and cap, he's psychologically involved all right. Not to forget his victims who have to cut themselves out of his belly with a pair of scissors. Even in the sanitized versions where Grandma evades the wolf by hiding in a closet, and where the lumberjack kills the animal before he could either gobble her and Red Riding Hood, are not devoid from psychology. Being scared shitless is a psychological state, Mr Re-teller of Fairy Tales.
Except in fairy tales. Granny's house - and witch and dwarf cottages for that matter - are not quite normal anyway. You don't build a dwelling close to big trees. In growing, they push everything away, or they die and topple from old age. Furthermore such a cottage is an isolated affair, we're not talking suburban town park here. Why didn't LRRH's mother take her old ailing mother in? Don't they know that predators roam Granny's premises? How could the woman have gotten old?
In classical renditions, Mom's house is shown as small and neat and cosy. So is Granny's. Picturesque, with just an old lavender whiff of white magic around it.
Would we expect anything else?
Imagine that of the mere episode 'Leaving Home & Starting To Walk Through The Woods' there are hundreds of art works. There are ever so many of the chapter where LRRH still walks on, but is aware that she is followed.
Artists all have their very own view of that suspenseful moment.
Lil' Red Riding Hood.
'Red' does need no explanation, but don't ask me what she rides. Do hoods ride? I guess they do, the wind always pushes them off if we don't lace them.
This girl is of an age where she's not supposed to know about things going bump inside her. But are we sure? In no version her age is given. According to the Grimm Brothers, Rapunzel was 12 years old, Snow White around 14. But LRRH could be anywhere between 8 and 16.
I scanned the name for terms like 'orgasm' and 'rape', and nothing came up. Nothing tasteful, that is.
Throw out the words; the visuals are better than the story, they are truly dazzling.
'...And where are these pretty little legs in red hot boots heading for?'
'To Grandma. If nothing comes up and between them.'
Why does 21st century Man tend to pornograph fairy tales? Why can't we accept that Red Riding Hood is just a little girl with an as yet hairless pussy and no tits to speak off? Why do we coax the Hansel & Gretel moppets into playing dirty incestuous games in the woods, and picture the local old cannibal hag as a pedophile?
Hawaii has become such a mundane and modern tourist island that sometimes we forget it had its 'natives' too, once. But those magnificent waves were there long before the first natives from elsewhere (Africa? East Asia?) arrived.