Austria’s young bright burning star extraordinaire, Les Tardes Goldscheyder, the autodidact, street artist, visionary, poet, painter and curator (www.durchhaus.org) narrates the mystic spaces between the hell and heaven.
“He who comes too late is punished by life. But what goes on with the late ones, those whose nature is inclined towards the end. The melancholy they carry within does not paralyze them, on the contrary. The ending, the finish, this movement is the fire blazing within them, fanning their drive to act. Les Tardes Goldscheyder’s art is always an examination of finality, of the devil’s ride called life, daring, acrimonious, an addictive drive towards frenzy. The tensions of such an existence initiates art and is reflected in it – “it is consistent to make art about things you know about”. His found objects are staged assertively, there is no surplus spoiling the tension, he prefers raw poetry. His art, embracing painting as well as poetry, comes from the edge. “As said, up to now everything is merely hope. Maybe there is nothing up there. Perhaps the pit is it. The hole in the sand. And I should let myself fall backwards…, but it is too strong. The urge to come up is too strong.”
(Quotes: Les Tardes Goldscheyder | Written by Wolfgang Haas | Translated by Cem Angeli)