Gerhard Richter

at Kukje Gallery (Art 43 Basel 2012)

Abstraktes Bild (862-2), 1999

Imagination can take you places. Or you can build places. And it could be huge, magnificent palaces. The wilder the imagination the more extravagant things you can create using your thoughts. Strong imagination can over shine the reality. It can be so strong that dreams can substitute the reality. You start living in your fantasy (in easy cases it can be cured with medication :). In the earliest collision between imagined world and reality, the mighty arcs of your palace are turned into smoke rings. The reality breeze takes them and the fog of imagination away, clearing the field. The field of harsh, bleak real life.

Sarah Walker

Sarah Walker at Pierogi

Coumpound, Blue Haze, 2010

Time is eating our memories(the black strains with yellow border). There is stuff that happened to us, but we don't remember it.Things that we do remember are good, nice things. And we behaved our best. And if we didn't, we rationalized the behavior, so it would look like that in those circumstances it was the best possible outcome(the lower right corner). The reality as we perceive it is very distorted. At the end, the only thing is left to a person is the experience he collected throughout the lifetime. And nobody wants to collect the bad things.

Miriam Cabessa

Miriam Cabessa at Hendershot Gallery

Gold No. 2

 This is a stack of old newspapers. They made a fence that is held in the air by itself. It shows that sometimes the media is a world by itself without any relation to the reality.When you are behind a fence, your world point of view is defined by the fence(media). The more the media reporting is distorted, the more your opinions are further from the truth. And the most disturbing part is that we learn about past events by what was reported in the media.

Paul Jenkins

Paul Jenkins at Robert Miller Gallery(Art Basel Miami Beach 2011)

Phenomena hig alter wall

It's a date. You are holding a bouquet of flowers(red, white, dark blue and yellow planes) and waiting for the object of your admiration to arrive. But she is getting late. Some dark glimpses of anxiety are starting to grow at the bottom. But still the colors are bright, the sky is blue and you are excited. You immerse in the tenderness and beauty of the flowers. They are the center of your existence. Logic and common sense are pushed into a corner(brown top right). When you are in love, you are somewhat crazy. Your reality is distorted.