Hunger for photorealism of photos of realism. Realist photos. Naturalist photos. Outdoor food sex. Exhibitionist fruit, nicotine fruit, the slurp of aphrodisiac. /HORST
And then Weischer invites us in. It's a prostitute playground, an abandonned gambling space. So cozy, but so old-fashioned. Dark wood, fireplaces, powder pastel walls, pillows, vases, Memphis Milano carpets. The smell of cheap perfume and whiskey. Almost every room shows an abstract painting or poster. One wall is adorned with a classical masterpiece. What is sur-reality? /HORST
The rooms of Mamma Andersson are inside and outside at the same time. Walls are decorated with mirrors as paintings and inhabitants are random guests, outsiders, sometimes nudists. They eat, they read, they paint. But do they even exist? Everything is tasteful and decorated. Clothes haphazardly thrown onto 1950s industrial design and heritage pieces. The kitchen is burning. What is sur-reality? /HORST
The chronological endeavour begins with Monsieur Matisse who presents kitchen interiors with floral tablecloth, cats and distorted piranha aquaria. But who does live here? A lady, a gentleman? Where does the physical room (with furniture as subject) end, where does the background as wallpaper (decorative pattern) begin? What is sur-reality? /HORST
By now, it should be evident that this 'exhibit' is about the aestheticism of the 'ugly' side: the human longing for the most basic means of survival. As victims of our nature, we do deny the subliminal. Yet, we cannot stop ataring at it. This gaze is being well provided by Mapplethorpe. /HORST
The creating of a duplicate is avoided when new elements are added. Thus the 'duplicate diptych' depicted above may as well be referred to as 'composed copy' - each detail meticulously thought-out. /HORST
Tin opener and luxury handbag. Lizard and cactus. Again, we are confronted with symbolism without meaning (see Welcome To Tomorrow). The still life as chain of associations, as exquisite corpse. /HORST
When it comes to evolutionary history, artists have taken unanimous position. The egg was first, everything else just follows. The perfect object to be studied, portrayed and decontextualized. Thus, the egg equals David, the icon of (still) life. /HORST
Becoming leather. Turning into a comfortable uniform. Repeating myself but changing the determinants. Adding surrounding, inviting the outside world into an artificial setting that yet remains vague in its absurdity. /HORST
Located in the pulsating heart of the red light district, my private retreat has been revealed within the intimate At Home series. Interiors as psychograms. /HORST