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acrylic paint on canvas
50 x 90 cm

How do we coexist? How do our aesthetic preferences relate to how we relate to the world? That these preferences are not even ours? Would it be a kind of visual alienation? How, when painting a picture in a certain way, do we question our attitude towards the world? How can the relationships between brushstrokes be dialectical?

How do we coexist?

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