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lukegauthier · 8 months
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Heidi Bucher - Untitled (Silk Collage). 1956 
silk on cardboard 55 x 43.5 cm
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nobrashfestivity · 8 months
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Heidi Bucher
Bodyshells, Venice Beach, 1972.
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jordi-gali · 1 year
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Heidi Bucher - Announcements - e-flux
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wintercorrybriea · 1 year
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Heidi Bucher skinning Herrenzimmer, 1978 Credit: The Estate of Heidi Bucher Photo: Hans Peter Siffert
Born on this day February 23, 1926
Heidi Bucher (1926–1993) was a Swiss artist interested in exploring architectural space and the body through sculpture. She was born in Winterthur, Switzerland and attended the School for the Applied Arts in Zurich.[3] Her work dealt primarily with private spaces, the body, domestication, and individual and collective experiences. Via Wikipedia
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haverwood · 23 days
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After Uvalde: Guns, Grief & Texas Politics Amy Bucher, Heidi Burke USA, 2023
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atlasparrichada · 2 months
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Das Bad, Häutung Bellevue Heidi Bucher Switzerland, 1988
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cosmicanger · 3 months
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Heidi Bucher, Obermühle (Tile Floor), 1980-1981
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weavingcloth · 10 months
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Heidi Bucher, Lingerie, 1976
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lukegauthier · 8 months
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naiveatlas · 11 months
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Heidi Bucher
Hauträume (Roomskins)
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pwlanier · 1 year
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HEIDI BUCHER (1926-1994)
Untitled
textile, latex and mother-of-pearl pigment
36.5 x 41cm.
Executed circa 1975
Christie’s
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dusoir · 11 months
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Writing and creating my memoire almost felt like an impossible task. Starting with a structure was one of  the first difficulties I encountered. Putting things in order and trying to understand how to connect them seemed not to fit my way of working. I made different structures and then ended up writing something that did not really resonate with me. The initial title was Motheriality, and I would talk a lot about the idea of a living home, a home resembling a living organism and a way of communicating without words, via osmosis. From my emotions going into the materials and then to the viewer. I changed most of that and decided to go with the flow. Taking my pieces as a starting point I mainly explained the thought-process and making process, then I connected those to theorists and artists. The main artists I used are, Helen Marten, Marisa Merz, Heidi Bucher and Louie Bourgeois. The main theorists I used are Karen Barad, Ursula Le Guin, Tim Ingold and Jane Bennet. 
I struggled throughout the months. My motivation towards making had already left me after the Compote exhibition last summer. I got to a point of hating my pieces  and rejecting them and wanting to stop using latex. I don’t know where that anger came from but it was surely directed at my pieces. The exhibition interrupted my process of orderly making in a state of flow and, once that balance and equilibrium was broken, it was hard to get back into the same state of mind as before the exhibition. Interruptions, wether they be my job. holidays, breaks, exhibitions or something else, are very damaging for my process. The Mémoire was one of those big interruptions. I felt almost guilty to make work and I felt my stream of thoughts interrupted by worries about my thesis. Having to go back in time chronologically was also unsettling at times. I felt, at the end of the memoire, the need of going back to the beginning and start making the same work I had already made at the beginning of the course. A sort of nostalgia. 
Something I also didn’t enjoy about the memoire was to have to use words to explain my work. It felt like a paradox, considering that the main reason why I make work is to avoid language.
Having no motivation feels like having the haviest backpack on your shoulders. You can still walk but your movement forward is barely noticeable. Progressing is almost painful and frustrating. You know you can do it but the effort it takes is discouraging. i wish I had enjoyed writing the Memoire. 
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