Kuroda - Ariadne's thread

It is thanks to Ariadne's thread that Aki Kuroda's emblematic silhouette finds a carnal appearance in the features of a woman. Her face and body, of a disturbing sensuality, are, in fact, only made of a thread.

Kuroda 16543, Portrait I, 2008 - 150 x 150 CM
Sometimes the thread becomes a meandering ocean floor or the face of a frightened Alice, lost in her garden. Then the thread becomes Berenice's hair and Ariane invites us to an interstellar journey.

Kuroda 16579, Portrait III, 2008 - 150 x 150 CM
Ariadne is both the woman and the high-tech machine, because now Ariadne becomes a rocket. The Theogony becomes Art and so that the Myth joins the reality the CNES, National Center of Space Study, provides to Aki Kuroda elements of satellites and its famous Ariadne rocket so that the artist associates them with his big installations performances. The thread runs from work to work, from sculptures to paintings.

Kuroda 111306, Acrylic on canvas, 2014 - 130 x 130 CM
Kuorda 16588, Labyrinthe et sphères XI, 2009 - 38,5 x 56 CM
Kuroda 16592, Labyrinthe et sphères XII, 2009 - 81 x 116 CM

Camille Fallen in the monograph of Aki Kuroda, published in 2002, evokes this Ariadne's thread.

There is no longer the unique island of Minos with a labyrinth in the center and a garden in the heart of it. There is first of all a garden crossed by the wind of chaos which blows on the threads of Ariadne, intertwined and divided. The threads have gradually formed sponges - with holes and crypts - and they are so many islands floating in space. In these mazes, themselves elements of a larger labyrinth, time and space are mixed in colors and lines. Somewhere too, there is a Minotaur. So that the ecstasy is saved.

The labyrinth has neither entrance nor exit. It is conjugated in the plural. As the figures are lost there from the beginning, they can no longer get lost. We see them taking strange postures. They work or tumble from one thread to another, in white and grey: Space City.  But there is no top or bottom. Space pours out on all sides. Unusual and lonely, they make you laugh sometimes, but with a new laugh, with a new anguish, that we didn't know. Some of them travel on pedestals. Numbers and lines weave a universe more and more complex. The puzzle of the cosmos increases and fragments: it composes itself by decomposing itself, to the reverse of the others. Centrifugal, it undoes always more the plans. Its pieces separate, move away from each other, bitten by chaos. The paintings are blue and black, Darkness in paradise or white and black, it is the triptych Mineral. The puzzle advances in space, the universe bursts and spreads, it opens up like a flowerbed, without us knowing the law, the language, the project, the future.