Exit Pleasure

@ Cobo, Victor



Publisher's presentation:

"I met Cobo on Facebook, not him, nothing of him , but his images flooded the airwaves. Obsessive, dark, full of white heat, and grey smoke.

Layers of lace, deeper levels of irregular ritualistic pain. It perplexed me this flow-on voyeuristic  event. Who could this guy be? What is he  made of?

There was enough inventive poetic distance in the work that it resonated outside the ordinary boundaries of the prurient.

This was no sex fiend, nor a guy who was looking for a hook up, hung over.

This was work which was drawn in to its subject by blood letting magnets, cleansing leeches , not to mention a certain odd classism. It was informed by art, but art was not the point, ritual was.

The incense was sour, the flesh untouched by desire. There was clarity within the mire, a fire within the cool, which stimulated me to get in touch.

So we faced off.

He started to send me ambitious missives, his career obsession. His hunger came forward.

He sent me book designs, all bad. He knew not what he was up to, he spoke in fantasies, and he spoke of illusion, of a theatre, of drive.

I backed off, but didn’t want to miss anything. I was completely seduced. The anticipation of the unknown had a thrilling undulant heat. I couldn’t help myself.

So we continued …

And now this …

What is it that we are seeing?

A sad line of sinews.

A hole in the universe.

The burning bush.

Pain crumbled in front of a TV set.


Primary urges.

Rivers of tarnished cloth, you could smell despair. Clothing which in an inverted form would be priestly. But there was no collar in evidence, no guilt, nothing to repent.

But relentless, the under- darkness flowed as if a river of escape. But there is no escape from ritual.

There is no release from pleasure.

There can be no moral pain in an underground throbbing.

But therein lies absence, dark frivolity, heavy breathing, a sodden wink.

                                                    Exit pleasure — enter pain."

80 pages - Hardcover

L'Artiere, 2016 (1st ed. 500 copies)

Format : 24.5 x 30.5 cm

New - Mint condition

Warning: Last books in stock!


  • .Back in stock (2nd edition).Presentation on the publisher's website: "Andrea Modica works with sensual love as her base but aligned with a darkness which is pervasive, so much so that it can color your dreams. The work is not hopeless but breathless, as if there is an atmospheric gauze placed over the larynx so that breathing has to be softened, done in...

    Add to cart
    Out of stock
  • Presentation by L'Artiere: " « I photographed August Song during summers 2013-2018 in rural parts of Sweden; venues hidden in the woods on the outskirts of the villages. A winding road leading into the forest, hidden away on its own and divided by a fence from the world out there / the outside world. At the back, a stage with an orchestra playing...

    Add to cart
    Out of stock
  • Presentation on the publisher's website: "Golden Youth is not a document of any particular Joburg sub-culture, nor is it a study of consumerism. It does not explain the izikhothane, those cloth-burning youths from Soweto who are the latest subject of written enquiry by pedigreed explainers of things. Golden Youth is, quite simply, a portrait study of some...

    In Stock