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Statement early 2018

For some decades art has focused on a realism that hits much closer to home than anything before it. Is it a throwback to the medieval memento mori mindset, or just a simple highlight of the artifice in our daily lives? Perhaps the self-reflection is an essential ingredient in closing the loop of pointless existence.

In their purest form, white-walled museums and galleries offer nothing but a moment of meditation, the art functioning as a kōan. Could this explain the clash between modern and contemporary art and Western culture? The European mindset is answer-driven, whereas contemporary art is well-known for its tendency to avoid any strict definition. Art and Eastern thought are akin, they both acknowledge the impossibility of the absolute.

Globalisation has seen us become strangers, even to ourselves. We try to give ourselves some personality, by dressing up, or acting out. But we remain as abstract as a Rorschach inkblot, a projection screen for other strangers to project their desires onto. In a world where others decide who you are, a sense of self has become a privilege of the famed.

It is this disruption of our personal reality that we are constantly confronted with. In this case it's not about what we see, but why we see (or even better: experience) just that. The discourse is accurately deceived through a pre-established framework of authority, derived from the predictive nature of the self-image. Ultimately framing a parallel discourse that in itself forms the reflective space we so much desire.