2016.08.25. KLEPTOMANIAC / CF HILL / STOCKHOLM / TEXT BY GUILLERMO SANTAMARINA.
(or the new illustrated social contract).
In this complicated present time, in this so controlled reality circumscribed – paradoxically – to the civilizatory order of a profoundly chaotic world, it is nevertheless very precise to define what kleptomania is, and there is no room for doubt.
The word kleptomania was coined not long ago, only 200 years ago, in 1816 by a Swiss doctor – from where it could have been – named Andre Matthey, who used it to describe a disease – by the way, millennia – that consists of simple and plainly of stealing. The word is composed of the Greek klepto = I steal, I hide, as in clepsydra, and mania: harmful ailment, as in dipsomania, nymphomania or potomania. Klepto was also formed kleptomaniac – a person who has a morbid propensity to take and keep things that do not belong to him, or kleptomaniac-likewise, a subject who cannot control his desire to get something without paying for it, or kleptocracy – government ruled by thieves, something not so strange in many countries of this hypocritical world in recent years.
Ulf Rollof. Tireless worker of the subject of the skin and the brain, of putting things in their place and calling them by another name. Honesty and lawfulness are good, but it also removes consciences. The drawing and the color also have theirs in this artist. They serve to open doors and knock them down after the great white society accepted them into their bosom, after removing the chains and letting them do so, granting them freedom as if they were doing them a favor. In this cosmos, that of Ulf, there is no, as it were, kleptomania as a stigma. In fact, it is more like a lake and not just a laconic fountain that does not yield to any form of corruption. An estuary where fresh ideas and works have flowed and flowed, and which also warns that you have to keep your guard up. A spring from where he takes ideas from his old ideas and illusions. More poetic that pays the rhythm, that marks it, as it reinvigorates it, like the soft and tender whistle of the Axolotl´s that dragged in their veils for a dream in the Lake of Patzcuaro, almost three decades ago. Like the ideas that were accumulating in the clatter of trees whipped to the rhythm of the oscillating Rollof of the 90 vibrant in their global flight.
But, finally, Ulf wants, and I sympathize with his whim, focus his dynamics on a model that could resemble, to give a splendid and sophisticated example, to the skillful applications of the brothers of one Michel, anti-hero of Pickpocket by Robert Bresson . And from there, from that elevation will be where now, in this new staging, flow the ruminations on the depth of the thymus act: with landscapes torn from art deco chimeras, or with the impacts of gothic shots on surfaces that ceased to be sublime, or in the captious looks of his bizarre creatures. And in fact, we are witnesses of the deluded fraud, the delirium of removing from the temple the jewels of the redemption of the people who do not know that they are stealing the treasure that they never knew. Expolling from the role of complicity, with many superimposed eyes that warn that abstract fact that is to stop being to be.
Ulf’s work pulls the net and a whole cosmos incognito rises to the surface. From there, the witness and the accomplice decide if that color suits him or another. If he’s going to keep track of him and the game, if he’s going to get in his mind and let himself be captured by power. Share your nuanced joy, buy the message of staying together, help to complete your dream, and give wings to the bastard.
Solo Exhibition at CF HILL in Stockholm, Sweden.