Uwe Pfaff’s ‘At play in forgotten fields: I am a Lone’ is a fusion of the magnificence of the inner world with the outer world of tactile delights. It is the harmony between the corporeal and the sublime, a celebration of mythology made public.
It is impossible to avoid the sense of wonder when confronted by the life sized twilight horses where intimacy with the shadowy ‘other’ self is so sublimely portrayed.
The sense of duality where the conscious world is a cup brimming over with the deep waters of desire and the need for a naked vulnerability echoes through the new work of this most ornately playful of artists.
The sculptures are more than functional still life works to be admired at a distance. They whisper of movement, these unique tugs at our own peripheral perceptions and are possessed of an ability to titillate, to delight and to haunt our creative instinct.
The work is not symbolic, nor does grate the intellect. Sensuous and stately, these iconic manifestations of Uwe’s unique vision are precious cargo, washed up on our profane beach, for the children in us to play with.
To quote the artist: ‘My erotic fish originate in the lake I used to swim in as a boy. When I was resting hanging onto a log, I felt a gentle tugging on my back. I could not explain it but it was a really pleasant sensation and I succumbed to it. Turning around I realised I had been
targeted by two big horny carps who were feasting on my flesh.’
And to willfully misquote the artist, ‘After all these years it’s playback time.’
Jaroslav Kalac, Editor/owner Arts Diary SA