Untitled 1963

Hans Bellmer made this untitled drawing, with pencil, I imagine, sometime in the 20th century. Just looking at this image, I feel like I’m getting a peek inside Bellmer’s mind. It’s all so light and delicate, yet, the subject matter is so…intense, let’s say. I can see him there, hunched over the page, obsessively rendering these strange, biomorphic forms emerging from the furniture like a nightmare. The lines are so faint, it’s as if he’s trying to capture a fleeting thought, or a suppressed desire. There's a tension between the erotic and the mundane, a kind of surreal domesticity. Like, what if your furniture was alive, and also kinda freaky? Bellmer, like many artists, invites us to question what we see and how we feel about it. I think that's a valuable thing to do. It's like he's whispering, "Hey, let's explore the weird side of life together," and honestly, I'm here for it.