Angelo Evelyn's 'Figurenfeld lithos'
On that day. Encountered. A landscape that is almost Italian. And in it, sunk into that valley, suddenly the slabs of concrete. Strewn around (helter-skelter?) like human corpses. Animal corpses. The stage of the dying - a hilly grass-covered colloseum.
war's der centurio der fiel? & sterne leuchteten - am firmament, centaurus? das tal hinauf
das tal hinauf
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Montage of elements. In a war - of tanks and artillery and shrapnels
and human meat.
In land art, of slopes and skies changing with the seasons, of plants
withering and blooming, of figures dreamt and conceived and made in a workshop
and transported to the place and laid, on purpose though perhaps almost
intuitively where we find them now.
In a lithographic work of art that presents the configuration
of stars (CENTAURUS, as it were), and elements of a landscape
and a memory of a sculpture made by the artist who was remembering
the WAR, I wander about - and the space comes alive again. Which space?
The battle field? The location of the land art monument?