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 that lingers from her teenage years. As passionate fandom often entails unreachable desires, Indigo continuously copes with the unattainability of her Robert-fantasies. Through yearning love letters, fanatic paintings and miniature models of a “Robert Pattinson museum”, Indigo gives material substance to her unattainable longing 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
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 —unreturned by Robert himself— rehearse the asymmetrical love relation that hyper-fandom inevitably contains. Roberts Pattinson’s banalities are inflated to (ill-proportioned) grandeur, testifying to the distortive impact that having a crush projects on the reality of a person. But as Indigo warps Robert’s being in acts of worshipping, what unquestionably contributes to her case of unhinged loning is a media-driven image, hiding the real Robert Pattinson of flesh and bones behind a sacralised facade of a celebrity. This taken into consideration, Indigo’s adoring discourse articulates more than just a one-sided romantic affair. By all means is Robert Pattinson the product of a collective process. Indigo’s seemingly personal fantasy is at one and the same part of a social one.
