THE DEAD FLY

Art comes in many forms. I don't know shit from shineola with most of them, unless they come with loads of amplification and are being spelled with a big NOISE in the back. But there are some things in the world as well as the world of art that really strike me as very impressive. The idea or visions that some people come up with and then follow down with dilligence and energy is really amazing. Sometimes these are gross concepts, sometimes they are fascinatingly beautiful, but this one here combines the two with a humour that really takes everything there is in life with a light heart. What is there to say about the pictures shown below, that could now be dressed in sentiments about the absurdity of everyday life in our day to day existence, which is then poignantly portraided in the ironical and almost sardonical pictures, so carelessly rendered, but with so much attention to detail at the same time. A commentary on society to make people think about what their lives could be, which probably makes them change their life, if that is what art is about, this unknown (to me...) artist has really made some of that. Maybe it is just about being able to use the word poignantly in an introduction to something at last. Still, it is a crazy idea, and there is something well moribund and sick about the idea. These are displays that are not meant to last for an eternity, and that in itself is another clever comment on our lives. But regard the details, the liveliness and the originality that comes to play in these seemingly simple pictures made with pencil, paper and a bunch of dead flies, situated in live situations ranging from the banal, such as sunbathing or lining up at the loo, to symbolistic core situations, such as the race or a gang bang. Not exactly Damien Hurst calibre in execturion of conceptualism and most probably this won't find its way into the steady collection of any museum of modern art, it is nevertheless also more than the simple joke some internet memes want it to be. There is also a seriousness and melancholy, almost an existentialism of some kind to be found in the grey pencil strokes and simple set ups. Inside these ingredients these pictorals shine with a sombreness and loneliness that seems to celebrate life on a much deeper level. Or higher. Let's all mourn the lost buzzing of the morning fly.

Georg Cracked (text), unknown (pictuures), March 2010