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18 January 2012
There is a kind of desperation deep inside the artist Glen Moust's images. On the surface are "just" fine tuned collages of words, newspapers, objects, pictures, painting. They are the faded, dull side, with the subdued white pigmented colors, and closes in on itself with the slightly blurred word pieces and objects. They hide in the layers of the unknown image parts of old newspapers and papers on fragments of words and concepts. They are built up of thick layers of paint in which the objects sticking, painting almost have overcome the artefacts, blurring them, but which also had its scratches and bumps. Times have been tough on these works. They are images of wear of used contexts of the past. Just not something that can provoke an exhibition. But make no mistake, this is not for the faint hearted! Moust interested in man as a phenomenon. And observing and documenting its object in a vacuum. He is especially interested in the track man puts on other people in the world around them. Gathering these tracks together and keeps them in his pictures. On the exhibition wall, we are confronted with surprising our own collective track as a species, our own species unthinking acts, even long after we thought we were on. Did we know what we did? We thought about the consequences? Did we "it" just disappeared in the past? BACK |
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