In Kezzyn’s Amadeus, the second portrait in a series of four “in which the great composer comprehends the magnitude of his own genius”, Mozart is brought to a ghostly pallor, a glint of madness less lurking and more emanating from the space behind his gaze. As a rule, the path to greatness often comes at the price of the author’s death; here we find him resolved in such decision, the fire which animates his artistic vision made manifest in the destruction of his body as blood splatters across his face. In his journey beyond the pale, a pallid glow has overtaken his skin, but with clenched teeth and wide eyes the composer forces himself ever deeper into confrontation with his understanding and his mission. True comprehension is a gift rarely bestowed; to embrace it with eyes wide open is to embrace it with the gaze of the insane.
Kezzyn's work recalls all the extremities of Goya and Spanish old masters, combining it with a playful reminiscence of the colorful humor of the 17th century Dutch Golden Age.
He forces us to acknowledge that "the tragic" is "the comic"―life mandating us to carry on in the face of our own discomfort. Kezzyn introduces delight into the controversy of watershed moments when we must decide when to laugh or cry at the circumstances we find ourselves in.
Bursts of color are attenuated with a sensual commitment to uphold the tension between integrity and degradation in the human form through light motifs. His mastery of light heighten the onlooker’s emotions, hiding in places we usually don’t dare travel alone, even in dreams. The works do nothing less than reinvent painting with a camera. He simultaneously challenges us with a nightmarish and honest repertoire of displays of the human condition; all subject-matter one can easily imagine turning into a living theater.
Amadeus
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In Kezzyn’s Amadeus, the second portrait in a series of four “in which the great composer comprehends the magnitude of his own genius”, Mozart is brought to a ghostly pallor, a glint of madness less lurking and more emanating from the space behind his gaze. As a rule, the path to greatness often comes at the price of the author’s death; here we find him resolved in such decision, the fire which animates his artistic vision made manifest in the destruction of his body as blood splatters across his face. In his journey beyond the pale, a pallid glow has overtaken his skin, but with clenched teeth and wide eyes the composer forces himself ever deeper into confrontation with his understanding and his mission. True comprehension is a gift rarely bestowed; to embrace it with eyes wide open is to embrace it with the gaze of the insane.
Kezzyn's work recalls all the extremities of Goya and Spanish old masters, combining it with a playful reminiscence of the colorful humor of the 17th century Dutch Golden Age.
He forces us to acknowledge that "the tragic" is "the comic"―life mandating us to carry on in the face of our own discomfort. Kezzyn introduces delight into the controversy of watershed moments when we must decide when to laugh or cry at the circumstances we find ourselves in.
Bursts of color are attenuated with a sensual commitment to uphold the tension between integrity and degradation in the human form through light motifs. His mastery of light heighten the onlooker’s emotions, hiding in places we usually don’t dare travel alone, even in dreams. The works do nothing less than reinvent painting with a camera. He simultaneously challenges us with a nightmarish and honest repertoire of displays of the human condition; all subject-matter one can easily imagine turning into a living theater.