Artist's Books / Special Editions
Almond, Darren: All Things Pass
Almond, Darren / Blechen, Carl: Landscapes
Brown, Glenn: And Thus We Existed
Butzer, André: Exhibitions Galerie Max Hetzler 2003–2022
Chinese Painting from No Name to Abstraction: Collection Ralf Laier
Choi, Cody: Mr. Hard Mix Master. Noblesse Hybridige
Demester, Jérémy: Fire Walk With Me
Dienst, Rolf-Gunter: Frühe Bilder und Gouachen
Dupuy-Spencer, Celeste: Fire But the Clouds Never Hung So Low Before
Ecker, Bogomir: You’re NeverAlone
Elmgreen and Dragset: After Dark
Förg, Günther: Forty Drawings 1993
Förg, Günther: Works from the Friedrichs Collection
Galerie Max Hetzler: Remember Everything
Galerie Max Hetzler: 1994–2003
Gréaud, Loris: Ladi Rogeurs Sir Loudrage Glorius Read
Hatoum, Mona (Kunstmuseum
St. Gallen)
Eric Hattan Works. Werke Œuvres 1979–2015
Hattan, Eric: Niemand ist mehr da
Herrera, Arturo: Boy and Dwarf
Hilliard, John: Accident and Design
Horn, Rebecca / Hayden Chisholm: Music for Rebecca Horn's installations
Horn, Rebecca: 10 Werke / 20 Postkarten – 10 Works / 20 Postcards
Huang Rui: Actual Space, Virtual Space
Kowski, Uwe: Paintings and Watercolors
Mikhailov, Boris: Temptation of Life
Mosebach, Martin / Rebecca Horn: Das Lamm (The Lamb)
Neto, Ernesto: From Sebastian to Olivia
Oehlen, Albert: Mirror Paintings
Oehlen, Albert: Spiegelbilder. Mirror Paintings 1982–1990
Oehlen, Albert: unverständliche braune Bilder
Oehlen, Pendleton, Pope.L, Sillman
Oehlen, Albert | Schnabel, Julian
Phillips, Richard: Early Works on Paper
Riley, Bridget: Circles and Discs
Riley, Bridget: Paintings and Related Works 1983–2010
Riley, Bridget: The Stripe Paintings
Riley, Bridget: Paintings 1984–2020
Roth, Dieter & Iannone, Dorothy
True Stories: A Show Related to an Era – The Eighties
Wang, Jiajia: Elegant, Circular, Timeless
Wool, Christopher: Westtexaspsychosculpture
Zeng Fanzhi: Old and New. Paintings 1988–2023
Zhang Wei / Wang Luyan: A Conversation with Jia Wei
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Jérémy Demester: English / French Raymond Hains: You know nothing Raymond. A homage by Jérémy Demester 45.00 Euro
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Jérémy Demester takes on the nature of art and the artifice of myth—old myths from the taming of fire, and new myths produced by television. His exhibition at Galerie Max Hetzler in Berlin borrowed its title, Fire Walk With Me, from David Lynch for a lateral exploration of the human condition with several work groups involved in a dialog: Undead still lifes, in which almost postimpressionist trees grow into luxurious landscapes; Sky paintings, where glorious color carries a symbolist meaning; War paintings, inspired by the headgear and facial markings of the American Indian; and, in the center, two totem-like sculptures, a bronze dog with its head sawed off and a BMX bike with the skull of a ram as a figurehead. The book presents all works in full detail and in exhibition shots illustrating the way in which the separate parts interacted in the space. The images are accompanied with an essay on the show’s mythical themes by the art critic and psychoanalyst Annabelle Gugnon. Additionally, the publication contains a booklet of a concurrent show Demester organized for the gallery: You know nothing Raymond, a homage to the late Raymond Hains. Here the young artist selects works by his older peer, the title in tribute to Hains’ never flagging curiosity, and the selection of works attesting to the visual, even painterly, qualities of his conceptual oeuvre.
VISIONS “The tumult of the world, spinning in the depths of the brain, ends up in one movement, perceived by each one of us, each with our own lyricism, our eyes, ears, mouth, nose… And art, I believe, puts us in that state of grace in which we understand universal emotion.” Cézanne’s words, spoken in his studio, reach down to Jérémy Demester’s contemporary painting. With the exhibition Fire Walk With Me, Demester catapults us into the savagery of the world. This wildness conquers our body. Our five senses cling to it, diffract it, try to tame it. The pigments, the forms, the movements of his canvases make visible the elements that stir the universe. They surface from the magma of color and the precision of poetry as if from a parallel world that bubbles in the very heart of our lives. This world does not disclose itself but secretly guides desires, produces dreams, holds the memory of humanity, of our childhood. “Thru the darkness of Future Past / the magician longs to see / One chants out / between two worlds / Fire walk with me.” These lines from David Lynch’s film are the starting point of a path that Jérémy Demester walked during a year of intense work. Fire was at once the danger and the armor. “Where there is danger, the rescue grows as well.” In purple avalanches and ashy eruptions, between bubbling sap and stirred-up blood, vision joins enigma in an ardent struggle. Jérémy Demester sees forms as flux, as pulsations, outside of fixed structures. We find here humankind’s first approach to fire. Four hundred thousand years ago, human beings tamed the sparks by rubbing two pieces of wood together. This is when civilization made its greatest leap forward. Humans knew that lightning could set fire to the forests: they were subject to fires and gods. Once humans had the power to summon flames at will, they could also prolong the day past the threshold of the night, extend summer beyond winter, forge tools, light up caverns and make art by painting the walls. The Chauvet Grotto is Jérémy Demester’s hinterland, a time of art outside history, of space reaching back to its origin. The painter was born in Provence, in a community where rhythms articulate with breathing, where music is danced barefoot, where fire is the centre of the days and nights. Since childhood, around the glowing fire—as it has been since time immemorial—he heard stories of his ancestors and of visions of the future read in the lines of the hand. The flames are dancing genies; they pull people in to sit round in circles and tell of ever more epic feats, to remember ancestors who, in the telling of the stories become increasingly heroic. In the painter’s childhood, fire held the keys to the world. His father, a Gitan, was Prometheus, a giant with a thundering laugh…
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