Wether we like it or not, as soon as we leave the Familial Cocoon for Kindergarten, and what will follow, we open ourselves, and so for the rest of our lives, to what Society and the rest of us have to offer in terms “of hooking us up with something we never felt the use or need for, but once we tasted, it becomes really hard to Go on Without……”.
“Kindheits Helden, Childhood Favorites, Compagnons d’Enfance, أصدقاء حقيقيين“
is a Serie of Drawings that started in 2013 by simply asking People,Folks what were their Hero or Imaginary childhood friends
the point was that any favorite character should have in common that they were issue from a film, a cartoon, a book, a folktale,a song,or an historical event…. as long as they were coming to life through media (classic or new),it was satisfying.
The idea that i had to never to show, sell or talk about it until the last of page of my drawing block was reach.until the End of the BOOK/ Shelter to the « heroes » portraits had been drawn onto. Giving redemption, and ending the residency terms of those “Braves Companions”.
At one point, in order, to go a bit faster, because as much as i love to draw those Imaginary friends, i wanted to push the project forward so one week end, I asked a lot of people which was their Childhood Hero and just i wrote their name down on every page(of the heroes not the people i asked ..we dont need another people…
.we need heroes at the limit of genie and wahnsinnig…..),so that i could draw them all in one go …..de facto…. so as to maximize productivity
….up till today, i still didn’t bring this series to an end…..but it made me think about the outcome of such a work and
i thought interesting to expose this here because it brings rather discursive points of debate .
A lot of those Influences i mentioned in the beginning, inhabited our consciousness when we were children taking the form of Easy going personnages like bugs bunny whats up doc and on the opposite some more tortured Characters.
But all of them joined us in our numerous adventures, entertained us, brought us to Laughter or Decisive Lessons of Bravery, Kindness or Morality…and also comforted us,when we witnessed that the World could go so wrong.
But was all this care and attention purely free of charges…..as we can see sometimes our idols stand also in order to make us swallow and digest with a spoon of sugar the taste of our common destinies therefore aren’t we molded and shaped from an early age to accept , the means and ways of Adult’s World.
But let s not fall down in depression and claim the lost innocence of children paradise…everybody knows kids are pervert…..the main difference and the point that interest us here is that
that you sometimes need the knowledge of an elder, to explain you that Gremlins won’t bite you at Night when you’re Sleeping (cause they don’t exist); That Jedi Tricks are fictitious,
even so LightSabers remain imaginary as one of many universe paradoxes, in the world, we can find so very talented,dedicated and hard working people..that some are able to perform spiritual or physical actions equalling the level of an Obiwan Kenobi
……without becoming looked at as if compeletly disconnected……….a child can still evolve in this world, evoking several times a day ….the world of fairies, little people, and Fireballs sprouting of Palms and fists
but everything s a Cycle
……and .Having digesting easily or with difficulty the dogmas of Reality,responsibility, growing up,the connection gets stronger Until we are hit by tha Real Thing
until its Elders or sometimes the entourage makes you or him or her understand this age is revolved and there are now others things to be interested in.
but this is common knowledge, common sense, we all went through that…what i would like to raise …is this lil bug
and sometimes both
if i can here illustrate this experience…….I would like to exemplify and talk about my own personal story…..just sharing, just sharing..no therapy here …..I was definitely more the Nerd type….always fascinated with escapism and not massive rejoicement like the hand of god we just watched..and i was also born a bit earlier , which made me old enough to avoid counting those stupid Pokemons as my Mentors…….
No………..In my Case,It was Prince
Prince….Prince Actarus . Sorry.
His Presence impacted what will become of my World perception.
When i first saw him, projected away from an auto-guided pod through the Hatch of a high-tech Tunnel, Screaming in Mid Air “Metamorphose”, and ending up its Flight, in the cockpit of a Giant
I mean a Giant Flying Saucer Sheltering the Best Combat Robot of the Galaxy,
…the many Underground Secret Routes of Doctor Procyon Base, the Golgoth Flying Saucer Shell powerful engines, theDozens of Barbaric but awesome sounding Names of the different weapons, it could use…… .It’s First shock Kokoum Kokoum……
…offering to my hungry eyes..
My favorite scene so simple but revered by all fans…. pressing a button and pulling a Lever, , a sectional view of its Pilot Sit, rotating, sliding through the Spaceship to transfer itself at the Command of the Giant, directly inside its Head…
.and all of this for the sake of the Blue Planet…..Our Earth………WOW…….scarred for life
This Passionate Alien Chivalry and its love for the Earth,
But what was it in the end ? what hooked me up ? the colors, the action?
What made my whole spongious and marvelled Child Soul tick, what was allowing me to fly so high, pumped hearted, ready to fire…..in Make believe.…..
Later, I became aware that all of this Media called Anime, that me and other children consumed at the time, was the product of a culture from a Land at the Antipodes of my Geographical pinpoint,
.Simple Marketting Strategy or…Unconscious Therapheutic Process engendered by the Collective Hiroshima Post-Shock-Trauma , or else…. let’s not go further or it might help to fill some gaps, or repair some flaws in the Fabric of our very own Psycho-Social Reality.
From the variety of Personnages that friends or Acquaintances named to me as their Childhood Hero, at least someone real or not that inspired them at a younger age….but only a few surprised me…. all of a sudden ….. stepping out of the Cathode Ray Tube Continuum.. like this one person who assured me he had none apart from his mother or his brother…
Lesser originals but none less interesting were some from Old school Comic Books, or Pulp Literature which at one moment or the other, end up to be adapted to the Screen…….Asterix and Obelix, next to Tarzan seem not to have a hard time paving their way, next to galactic Giants like Goldorak, or Enthusiastic Speedy Gonzales.Furthermore, with Mastodonte like Bud Spencer , often acting in some Western Old flavored Movie… had the Slapstick Grip appreciated by our contemporaries , a good rumble lining up eventually with Chaplin’s tradition, only to be polite……..In reality, Bud Spencer and Mr.T catapult us ahead in a more direct manner deep at the core of World Wrestling Entertainment Boom of the 90’s , so dear to Roland Barthes which flame disappeared before he could even witness the Crowning of Hulk Hogan’s Career.
Can the same qualities be found, within the heroes who forged our identities, in the past century………than in those who helped forged our Great great great relatives. Does it really matter to know if an Inspector Gadget, or a Marsupilami, can rival with such a Complex case Oedipus or with an Eternal Wanderer Odysseus …….Has not Georges Lucas, before ending inGargantuesque Porn of Franchise and Merchandising………trying to bridge our Era with its dawn…..while showing us the new masks of the Hero with thousand faces….if any of these has a certain importance for our psychological and spiritual development, shouldn’t we be careful towards which stories we will let us affected by …….
And it is with a lil’ Pinch in the Heart, that i had to admit that my dialogue with my Generation had Turned me into a Television Show Columnist, or a Mainstream movie Commentator, even though i will enjoy painting Indiana Jones, if my Friend Yannick who works as a prosthetics technician, tells me it was his favorite.
But Seriously what was I expecting, asking acquaintances, in a club or an After Hour to please tell me, what were their Childhood Heroes ,so that i could draw them with Oil pastels on a Block of papers, i happened to carry around in my backpack…………..welcoming any of the answers with a lot of joy, for the only reason…that i was the one here, that really give a damn about Cartoons, and tried to fix my addiction of Imaginary Friends saving the World at our place.
It was at this moment that I simply woke up to the fact that I was surely the One who didn’t formulate the question properly…………
WhaT THE Hell ????
At any moment the question of Who did inspired your younger self had for goal to start a collection of Walt disney Characters and others Noisy Figures from our lowest and most common form of Culture……….and if it had to, at its best , this idea could have been understood as POP… but this project is not even Pop, it s too sensitive for that.The tools used, are too Unprecise, and Rough…..the expressivity of every portraits too wild and grotesque, the lines messy and grunge….unable to take place next to Cold, Rigid, and yet Flashy and Sensual codes of AMERICAN Esthetics when it comes down to promote, and invade the Houses and the Brains of every potential Customers…..wether they be Black,WHite,Yellow,BLUE,Color o the Rainbow……..Who the fuck was Gilgamesh, anyway? Give me some more of this Wolverine there!!!!!!!! This Project had the pretension to point at the Weaknesses of the Soul.
this Experience was meant to conduct a experiment about a group of people not necessarily related to one another but roughly close to each other in the culture, in order to understand better what could be our collective bond, decrypting or rewriting a story of our Social behaviors, the harmony of our psyche, the possible connections between what we shared as Experience through Media and how it shaped us……..in the hope of creating bridges between Ancient knowledge, Networking Technologies, ormapping a plausible Matrice of our new Deities the ones we were bound to confront at a Key Moment in our Lives, in order to Shed Skins and Break through Superior level of Awareness.