On behalf of the invitation of Les Brasseurs in Liège, Medusa presents Indigo Deijmann, (b. 1997, NL) who’s work is fuelled by an obsessive crush on Robert Pattinson lingering from her teenage years. As passionate fandom often entails unreachable desires, Indigo’s work copes with the unattainability of her personal Robert-fantasies. Yearning love letters, fanatic paintings and miniature models of a “Robert Pattinson museum” materialise her loning, giving it a place to reside, in the attempt to make fantasy part of reality.
The virtine showcases the expanding horizon of Indigo’s fandom as her “Robert Pattinson museum” grows to new life-size proportions.
Images by Tim Evers
Text by Saskia Smith
Text by Saskia Smith
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his need for intenseness.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he said this quote:
“Sometimes just when I say hello the right
way,
I’m like, ‘Whoa, I’m so cool.’”
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his insecurity and
his need to share those.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his laugh.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of the way he ‘styles’ his hair.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he doesn’t have a sense of time.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his chaotic energy.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his face, the most
gorgeous man I ever saw.
I love Robert Pattinson
because the way he talks with many
heavy sighs and nervous laughs.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his role in Twilight.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he is disarmingly honest.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his insecurity and
his need to share those.
I love Robert Pattinson
for the way the acted
in High Life.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he needs a lot of words
to describe something small.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he thinks he is going to
get fired or dropped off the movies
that he is playing in.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his role in Good Time.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he lies a lot, and I do too.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he is disarmingly honest.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his role in the lighthouse.
I love Robert Pattinson
because
he is not vain.
I love Robert Pattinson because
he seems nervous all the time.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his role in Cosmopolis.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he wants to be Jack Nicholson
I love Robert Pattinson
because
he doesn’t have a sense of
personal hygiene, I like dirty boys.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he said that he is a romantic guy.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he read “Demon Lovers:
Witchcraft, Sex, and the Crisis of Belief”
by Walter Stephens.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of how he is in the Harry Potter movie.
I love Robert Pattinson
because of his role in The Rover.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he is very charming,
and I know everyone can see that.
I love Robert Pattinson
because he makes me feel good by watching him.
With iterative citationallity, Indigo Deijmann loves Robert Pattinson. Her
words —destined to be unreturned by Robert himself— rehearse the asymmetrical love relation that hyper-fandom inevitably points to. Roberts Pattinson’s banalities, as they are inflated to ill-proportioned grandeur, bear witness to the distortive effect that having a crush projects on the reality of a person. As Indigo warps Robert’s being in acts of worshipping, what unquestionably contributes to the unhinged honour is a media-driven image, hiding the real Robert Pattinson of flesh and bones behind a sacralised facade of a celebrity. Taking this media-coating into consideration, Indigo’s adoring discourse articulates a truth beyond the one-sided romantic affair: by all means is “Robert Pattinson” the product of a collective process, revealing that Indigo’s (seemingly) personal fantasy is at one and the same a social one.
