{"id":461,"date":"2005-03-13T20:30:24","date_gmt":"2005-03-14T03:30:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stefangeens.com\/?p=461"},"modified":"2005-03-13T20:30:24","modified_gmt":"2005-03-14T03:30:24","slug":"googliografi-jan-yoors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stefangeens.com\/2001-2013\/2005\/03\/googliografi-jan-yoors\/","title":{"rendered":"Googliografi: Jan Yoors"},"content":{"rendered":"

F\u00f6rsta i serien: Viola Ilma<\/a><\/span>Den f\u00f6rsta g\u00e5ngen jag bodde i New York var mellan 1976 och 1982, som barn, och d\u00e5 gick jag p\u00e5 UNIS, den United Nations International School. D\u00e4r fanns bara en till person som pratade flaml\u00e4ndska som jagAllright already, I relent. Tough crowd. Here is the translation of my Swedish homework for the week:
 
The first time I lived in New York, between 1976 and 1982, as a child, I went to school at UNIS, the United Nations International School. There was only one other kid who spoke Flemish like me, or so I remember. His name was Kore, and his father was an artist. We weren’t friends exactly, but our parents knew each other.
 
I thought Kore was a little wild, but I also felt a little jealous. His father died suddenly in 1977, and eventhough this was tragic, it seemed to me like he now had a very free life — that he could do as he pleased. And he lived in the exotic Greenwich Village, while my family and I lived in the boring upper east side.
 
In 1980 we were 11 years old, but while he knew about CBGBs and The Ramones, I still thought the B52s were a type of airplane. And when John Lennon was murdered in December of 1980 I did not know who he was, eventhough I had a favorite opera, Carmen, and a favorite conductor, Herbert von Karajan.
 
Kore’s father, Jan Yoors<\/a>, had had a very interesting life. When he was 12 he had run away from home to travel with the Roma. Later he would write a book<\/a> about the Roma, and it is to this day one of the few books that describes their life from an insider’s perspective.
 
During WWII he acted as a liaison between the Allies and Roma who were behind Nazi lines. In 1943 he was even arrested and condemned to death by the Gestapo, but managed to escape. After the war he went to London, where he learned the art of tapestry. In 1950 he went to New York, where he established himself as an artist. His life in Greenwich Village was bohemian, perhaps inspired by the Roma; he had two wives, for example. When Jan Yoors died in 1977 he left behind many full-scale tapestry patterns, which his wives continue to weave<\/a> (interesting link, this one) to this day, in the studio in the Village that I visited in the 70s. Yoors’ art is perhaps not as hot as it once was just now — massive tapestries were all the rage in the huge lobbies of the skyscrapers that sprouted in the 60s and 70s, so perhaps they might now remind some of corporate art, even if I think they are very calming, peaceful works.
 
It must have been strange to be 12 years old and know that at this age one’s father had run away from home. Maybe that was why Kore acted wild, in my eyes. In the meantime, he too has become an artist<\/a>. Like father like son, in the end.<\/span>. Han hette Kore, och hans far var konstn\u00e4r. Vi var inte kompisar, men v\u00e5ra f\u00f6r\u00e4ldrar k\u00e4nde varandra.<\/p>\n

Jag tyckte att Kore var lite vild, men jag k\u00e4nde mig ocks\u00e5 lite avundsjuk p\u00e5 honom. Hans far dog pl\u00f6tsligt 1977, och \u00e4ven om det var tragiskt, verkade han vara mycket friare \u00e4n jag d\u00e4refter. Han fick g\u00f6ra vad som helst. Och han bodde i exotiska Greenwich Village, medan jag och min familj var trygga p\u00e5 tr\u00e5kiga upper east side.<\/p>\n

1980 var vi 11 \u00e5r gamla, men medan han k\u00e4nde till CBGBs och The Ramones, till exempel, trodde jag att B52:or var ett sorts flygplan. N\u00e4r John Lennon m\u00f6rdades i december 1980 visste jag inte vem han var, \u00e4ven om jag hade en favoritopera, Carmen, och en favoritdirigent, Herbert von Karajan.<\/p>\n

Kores far, Jan Yoors<\/a>, hade haft ett mycket intressant liv. N\u00e4r han var 12 \u00e5r gammal hade han rymt hemifr\u00e5n f\u00f6r att resa med romerna. Senare skulle han skriva en bok<\/a> om romerna, och den \u00e4r fortfarande en av f\u00e5 b\u00f6cker som beskriver deras liv inifr\u00e5n.<\/p>\n

\"yoorssmall.jpg\"Under andra v\u00e4rldskriget var han kontaktperson mellan de allierade och de romer som fanns i nazi delen av Europa. 1943 blev han anh\u00e5llen av Gestapo, och d\u00f6md till d\u00f6den, men han lyckades fly. Efter kriget reste han till London, d\u00e4r han l\u00e4rde sig v\u00e4va gobel\u00e4nger. 1950 \u00e5kte han till New York, och blev en k\u00e4nd konstn\u00e4r. Hans liv i Greenwich Village var bohemisk, som romernas; han hade, till exempel, tv\u00e5 fruar<\/a>. N\u00e4r Jan Yoors dog 1977 fanns m\u00e5nga v\u00e4vm\u00f6nster kvar. Fruarna forts\u00e4tter \u00e4n idag att v\u00e4va dem i studion i Village, som jag bes\u00f6kte som barn i 70-talet. Hans konst \u00e4r dock inte s\u00e5 popul\u00e4r som tidigare just nu. Stora v\u00e4ggbonader var j\u00e4ttepopul\u00e4ra i de Amerikanska bankernas lobbies p\u00e5 70-talet, s\u00e5 nu erinrar det lite om f\u00f6retagskonst, \u00e4ven om jag tycker hans konst \u00e4r helt rogivande.<\/p>\n

Det m\u00e5ste ha varit konstigt att bli 12 \u00e5r gammal och att veta att ens far hade rymt hemifr\u00e5n i samma \u00e5lder. Kanske var det d\u00e4rf\u00f6r Kore var s\u00e5 vild. Jag hade ingen s\u00e5dan f\u00f6rebild. Under tiden har han ocks\u00e5 blivit konstn\u00e4r<\/a>. S\u00e5dan far, s\u00e5dan son.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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