In UFO 2, Kezzyn’s Venusian villainess has found a friend. The pair pose with baroque exaggeration upon their hovering platter, evoking the passionate agonies of a night out on the town. One can picture them floating upon their whirling disc, from bar to club and back again, a portrait of Sci-fi beauty picked out from among an Eurogalactic nightlife crowd. Stars pass at lightspeed before their lowered eyelids, inconsequential lines of light spotted dimly against the view-screens of their interstellar rideshare. Outer space has come to Berlin; let us hope the pair pace themselves in their quest to drink in the universe.
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.
UFO 2
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In UFO 2, Kezzyn’s Venusian villainess has found a friend. The pair pose with baroque exaggeration upon their hovering platter, evoking the passionate agonies of a night out on the town. One can picture them floating upon their whirling disc, from bar to club and back again, a portrait of Sci-fi beauty picked out from among an Eurogalactic nightlife crowd. Stars pass at lightspeed before their lowered eyelids, inconsequential lines of light spotted dimly against the view-screens of their interstellar rideshare. Outer space has come to Berlin; let us hope the pair pace themselves in their quest to drink in the universe.
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.