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Originalausgabe des Ateliers Hermann Försterling ergänzt durch einen signierten Schutzumschlag für die edition GALERIE VEVAIS. Der Schutzumschlag aus Schmuckpapier variiert.
Hermann Försterling's Floramagica is a brilliant work of desire and illusion. From a distance, warm folioles and blushing folds, corollas of cream and lemon anthers luxuriate the senses and call us closer. But even at nose length, it takes a moment for the illusion to break and the flower to manifest itself in its most naked reality. . . . Less about the raw seductions of sex, these intimacies with the flower are simply the million ways we make love to the day.
Floramagica is Försterling's direct rejection of Matisse [who thought] that to paint one flower one must discard all others from the mind. In this album of erotic bloom, we have . . . the full spectrum of the garden, fully fleshed, almost human. By definition, the garden is not a garden without its human counterpart. Representations of gardens without people in them show only wilderness. Likewise, images of the vagina isolated from the natural world tend to be frightening. History has passed down the gorgon and the image of the vagina dentata with our fear of castration in mind—not just the castration of the genitals but social castration, the fear of being alone. Eroticism in the garden translates to an essential desire to be desired . . . We see ourselves in the flower because we need to find ourselves in those things which are beautiful.
"It seems the age-old relationship between Woman and Flowers will continue to exist in the 21st century. Who isn´t familiar with the concept that a woman is like a flower? Woman have roots, blossom but also wilt away ... The close-up view offers both a detailed insight into the individual characteristics of the blossoms and of the photographed woman, who disappear, however, into the anonymity of the close-up. The flowers are reduced to a play of lines and colors, to hues of light and shade, so that a fascination emerges from the folds and curves ... Försterling subtly inserts the folds of the female organs into the blossoms, so that the flower portraits glow suggestively from within and exude a sensuous power..."