To writhe, to turn

Painting or photography? For a long time, a personal dichotomy. A dispute over the “truer religion” – each with its dogmas, each with its disciples. Painting bore the label of “free creation,” eagerly and loudly proclaimed by those who knew how to flatter themselves within its frame. Its uniqueness carried the aura of authenticity – as if true artistic freedom were only possible through it. A privilege often claimed by disciples of “free painting” who, more often than not, merely repeated what had already been said.

Both media are grounded in technique. But technique alone does not make art – the artistic is not an inherent trait of the tool. An optical corset – it may support or paralyze. If left unbroken, seeing becomes a fleeting routine.

And about the composition: this piece above comes from a series of self-portraits. Distorted – like the funhouse mirrors of childhood fairgrounds. And yet: this is me. A memory and a self-image – with a wink.

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