Originally, COSMOS was to be a recumbent.
A beautiful anthracite colored recumbent, in a deep black.
However, as nothing ever works out as planned, it did not.
Once the artist's body was entirely molded in plaster, he realized that the glaring but belated lack of lubricant to remove this sarcophagus was going to be problematic.
He lost a good part of his fleece, and the desire to start again.
That gave a multitude of pieces of him, scattered everywhere, that he decided to use anyway. One does not suffer for free.
He confronted the whiteness of the plaster with the blackness of the burnt hair to give this image of cosmos, asteroids and planets, which are only there to remind us that we are very small in front of the universe, but that our ego is so big that necessarily everything revolves around us.
A beautiful anthracite colored recumbent, in a deep black.
However, as nothing ever works out as planned, it did not.
Once the artist's body was entirely molded in plaster, he realized that the glaring but belated lack of lubricant to remove this sarcophagus was going to be problematic.
He lost a good part of his fleece, and the desire to start again.
That gave a multitude of pieces of him, scattered everywhere, that he decided to use anyway. One does not suffer for free.
He confronted the whiteness of the plaster with the blackness of the burnt hair to give this image of cosmos, asteroids and planets, which are only there to remind us that we are very small in front of the universe, but that our ego is so big that necessarily everything revolves around us.