Herbert Brandl *
(Graz 1959–2025 Vienna)
Untitled, 1998, oil on canvas, 195 x 400 cm, on metal stretcher
This work is registered in the archive of the artist with the no. HB98S05 (label on the reverse).
Provenance:
Collection Ploner, Vienna (by inhertance to the current owner).
Exhibited:
Basel, Kunsthalle Basel, 29 January - 20 March 1999 (label on the reverse).
The glaring, painful light of day grows pale, fading into reddish-pink and light blue, blending in with the dusty haze of the trained city. An ill-treated body and its haunted spirit have found release and confidence in the decadent evening light. Only a few moments yet. Cool darkness. Venice and all, sfumato and all. Titian and all. And Tintoretto and all. And neon light and stuff. Count Vlad and stuff. And finally no colours and also no plans and ideas and also no purpose. The reflective surface of the Monet water lily pond is engulfed in the dizziness of the drunkard (theory). Who wouldn’t regret, who wouldn’t fear the approaching morning with its crappy light and dust. Never wash the brush out, always throw it away immediately, but not too far. When the colour dries, then we’ll see...
Herbert Brandl 2000
Excerpt from: Herbert Brandl, Neue Galerie Graz, 2002
Specialist: Mag. Barbara Freisitzer
(Graz 1959–2025 Vienna)
Untitled, 1998, oil on canvas, 195 x 400 cm, on metal stretcher
This work is registered in the archive of the artist with the no. HB98S05 (label on the reverse).
Provenance:
Collection Ploner, Vienna (by inhertance to the current owner).
Exhibited:
Basel, Kunsthalle Basel, 29 January - 20 March 1999 (label on the reverse).
The glaring, painful light of day grows pale, fading into reddish-pink and light blue, blending in with the dusty haze of the trained city. An ill-treated body and its haunted spirit have found release and confidence in the decadent evening light. Only a few moments yet. Cool darkness. Venice and all, sfumato and all. Titian and all. And Tintoretto and all. And neon light and stuff. Count Vlad and stuff. And finally no colours and also no plans and ideas and also no purpose. The reflective surface of the Monet water lily pond is engulfed in the dizziness of the drunkard (theory). Who wouldn’t regret, who wouldn’t fear the approaching morning with its crappy light and dust. Never wash the brush out, always throw it away immediately, but not too far. When the colour dries, then we’ll see...
Herbert Brandl 2000
Excerpt from: Herbert Brandl, Neue Galerie Graz, 2002
Specialist: Mag. Barbara Freisitzer
