The Missing Piece
I started out with the experiments with white-out, they formed firm and thick pieces amid almost immaterial swirls of colours. The white-out reminded me of cement, which was crumbling and constantly reconstructed through its mixing with the oil paint.
It reminded me of cities throughout history, crumbling beneath time or war. Dust from debris floats in the air. But what made these constructs of humanity, and its inhabitants disappear or resist? How can we process information about a war-torn place when even the information-flow is disrupted and manipulated? Where does the myth and reality begin?
The work and information is rendered almost unrecognizable and abstract, but yet retain some breaks where the reality breaks through the aestheticization.