Pictures and objects are a mirror of our time and have nothing to do with the beauty concepts of a historical aesthetic, which aim to overwhelm the viewer and leave no room for a say. They have nothing comforting, bare their faces behind the mask, like a melancholy monument of lost humanity, in search of the permeability through which they both let the viewer in and act upon him, the absolute truth beyond all relativity.
“Madness”
“The Boot is full”
“Punk”
