Oliver Behrmann

I use to work with representations that generate precious images, often located in a landscape of teenager dreams from which I have never be able -or wanted- to escape. But as René Magritte's pipe is not a pipe in "The perfidy of the images", my nice things are also not nice, although they function at first sight without the need of a previous explanation. In a parallel world - the contemporary art world-, where the strange and incomprehensible thing is the norm, I will continue adorning their front windows with my fluorescent snots, between applauses and shouts of "Oh, so nice!". And I will continue vomiting colourful felt.