MAEN FLORIN, sculptures
Remade II, 2015
Ceramics, polyester, foam, polyurethane, textile, rubber, iron. h. 108 cm
Remade II, 2015
Ceramics, polyester, foam, polyurethane, textile, rubber, iron. h. 108 cm
On the wall, XIV / lamento, 2017
Ceramics, polystyrene, wood, iron. h. 85 cm
Exhibition view
On the wall, XII / lamento , 2017
Ceramics, polystyrene, wood, iron. h. 89 cm
Albino, 2017
Ceramics 1, 2, 3, h. 46, 45, 45 cm
On the wall, X / lamento , 2017
Ceramics, polystyrene, wood, iron. h. 85 cm
On the wall, XIII / lamento , 2017
Ceramics, polystyrene, wood, iron. h. 85 cm
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Maen Florin’s sculptures would appear to want to remain silent; often they have their eyes closed or looking off to the side, pretending not to see you. Once you’ve noticed this, you inevitably come to the conclusion that her works are ‘anthropomorphic’. They have human traits, but also some ‘inhuman’ ones; they usually have strange physical shapes – large ears, long noses, twisted mouths, closed eyes, misshapen limbs and crooked torsos… The figures stem from less cheerful fairy tales, uncomfortable dreams and mild nightmares. (...)
The work of Maen Florin has been previously discussed: her sculptures balance between humour and tragedy, between happy and macabre, between silence and noise, between resignation and aggression, between dream and nightmare, and we could go on creating duo’s of opposites. But one effect is present throughout: mental camouflage. Nothing is what it seems. The sculptures – bodies and heads – don’t reveal themselves easily, they hide. They project your own (un) rest. You see what it is you (don’t) want to see, in an imaginary reflection.
When comparing the work of Maen Florin to that of other contemporary artist, we end up somewhere in the twilight zone between the deafening silence of Juan Muñoz and the noiseless clamor of Paul McCarthy. In the end, what does a strong sculpture achieve? It looks back at the viewer and creates a reaction. But it doesn’t answer, it remains silent and waiting, endlessly if it has to. Looking at the sculptures of Maen Florin is like waiting for something that will never come. The speechlessness is considerably overwhelming. (Marc Ruyters)