KŪRDET
in memorial of Kurt (Kūrdet) Cobain February 20, 1967 – c. April 5, 1994
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This masterpiece explores the raw and emotional side of legendary musician Kurt Cobain. Through powerful imagery and symbolism, the artwork delves into the struggles that ultimately led to Cobain's tragic death in 1994.
I was inspired by a newspaper typo that referred to Cobain as "Kūrdet", a name that would later be adopted by Kurt when feeling down on himself. Conversely, when Cobain found peace within himself, he referred to himself as "Kurt". The artwork is a tribute to the complexity of Cobain's personality and serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of mental health awareness.
Titled "Burning Kūrt / Fading Kūrdet (Kūrt Kūrdet Cobain)", this masterpiece is a must-see for fans of Cobain and those who appreciate thought-provoking, emotionally charged art.
Walking in the desert of no-where for a while, wondering about that man who sold the world, does anyone knows him at least as well as I do? Does anyone else heard his vandolin sounds?
In the way of a dilapidated sign standing on its wire with strange language written on it ”hwish-kahl”, A heavy smell surrounds the air around me, an incomprehensible stench fills the compressed air, I carefully cross the stinking river bridge, and just near the end of the bridge I hear voices below me.
I climb down the steep road to the crevasse under the bridge and see a mirage cross an obstacle near the water line, point to it and repeat and chant a string of words "something in the way, mmm, something in the way, mmm" until suddenly he notices me and then flames envelop him. He burns in flames in front of my eyes, then immediately after a moment he fades away and disappears and returns wearing the appearance of a handsome guy with a somber look and golden hair that flows down to his shoulders.
He looks at me with his big eyes, points at me, stops, and shouts "It's better to burn than fade away" and again burns and fades away himself.
Almost impossible for me to communicate with a flame or a mirage of wind, I have decided to leave and climb back towards the bridge.
I think about this strange situation, hearing again the sounds of the heavenly instrumental, someone, somewhere around me is playing a vandolin.
My head is frantically following the voice coming from the trees of a nearby forest, I felt my steps rushing towards the increasing voices that in a distorted form are so familiar to me, "Mmmm.. something in the way, mmm... something in the way" he played on the vandolin and hums in a voice that makes me stop and wonder who I am.
It's the golden boy, his eyes can tell a story of a thousand years in an instant, I pull out my notebook and hand him the poem that the one with the black star wrote earlier, he swipes his hand gently over the ink as if his hands are caressing something familiar.
He shuts his eyes and a rough grungy voice comes out of the mirage golden boy, he undoubtedly knows the song of the one who sold the world.
Drops of golden rainfall from the treetops trying to extinguish the flame that fades in front of me, I treasure the moment inside of my heārt in order to present the extinguished fire of the golden boy, I caled him “Come as you are”
Kūrt - The flaming
Kūrdt - The fading
Cubain
materials: acrylic and ash on canvas
size: 40''x 60''
years: 2017-2022
weight: 40 lbs
work capacity (painting): ~110 hrs est.
learning (Study): over 70 hrs
lifē symbol: <J◆ > J ◆ (Solid Yellow) <â - lifē.com)
location : HEĀRT COLLECTION @ NEW EĀRTH MUSEUM, REDHOOK, NY (SInce 2023)
publications: America (Miami - Art Basel 2022, Israel 2017-2022)
heteronymous: the heārtist [Recanati]
ārcanes: necrōmancy, transmutātion, Illusiōn, summōnning, divinātion , 27th club
