FICK-DICH-FINGER
"Not against you. Against what tried to stay."
The FICK-DICH-FINGER (FUCK-YOU-FINGER) was not conceived as a planned sculpture, but emerged from an incident. During the work on the cursed puzzle cube, a single glowing red cube element detached and stuck to the fingertip of BECKERs work glove. Glass dust, fragments, and that one piece — like a torn-out heart — formed an unexpected image.
The raised middle finger appears confrontational at first glance. Yet it is not directed outward. It is aimed at what tried to cling: at projection, at coincidence, at the idea of a curse, at pain.
The sculpture preserves the exact second when threat loses its authority. Humor replaces fear. What was meant to wound becomes contained, isolated, disarmed. Encased in plexiglass, the accident turns into an artifact — protected, but not glorified.
While THE CUBE THAT FOLLOWED ME HOME binds and tests, the finger releases. It is not an attack. It is a counter-ritual. A declaration: I decide what touches me.
The FICK-DICH-FINGER is part of the upcoming exhibition BETROGENER TRAUM and belongs to AREA 06 — Clarity & Action.
Photography © Alex Wendler