“You won’t find any artists here.”
Anyway he and some other students showed me around the ateliers. Busy people, working with paint on huge formats, nude paintings, coal sketches, the whole shebang.
“When you had 3 or 4 exhibitions, you can define yourself as an artist.” he was told. That doesn’t mean any kind of exhibition counts. It must be one of quality and style. The exhibits should be presented under adequate conditions, on white walls and not for example in a profane surrounding like in a café. The work must be considered as art by the recipients, not only as a social event.
“Banksy got his rats, I got my chickens.”
Luka never planned to go to art academy. Originally he wanted to study at the film university, but kind of ended up at “Akademija za likovno umetnost in oblikovanje”. Also drawing and painting, which he is actually really good at, were techniques discovered coincidently at high school. Right now Luka studies New Media, but works with different kind of techniques. At the moment he is into Graffiti and Stencil Art. His Banksy related chickens represent the shape of Slovenia. “Banksy got his rats, I got my chickens.”
“Untitled, of course!”
We sat down in one of the ateliers and started working with Patricias short story. After reading it he got stuck with the passage in which she wonders what difference it made if a person never existed. He immediately came up with the idea of showing someone who wasn’t there. For this idea was already circling in his mind, he decided to use a photograph he recently made. A person behind a curtain. The lines of the face disappear behind fabric, only blurs of shadows remind of what’s underneath. The drapery becomes its own motive, receives its own legacy, not showing the object underneath, but showing its absence.
The actual work didn’t take long, but was accompanied by long conversations about how art is received these days. If it still can find its place in times of “visual rape” as Luka said.