Stefan Fuchs: Saturdays People
Acrylic on canvas that turns into mirrors. Pictures tell stories of those who look at them. Look at them. Fear, joy, human abysses. Sculptures and paintings. Stefan’s first commercial exhibition. Barbour jackets. Naive scenes that tell of precarious labor and human flaws.
The visual penetration of an artist who rejected a show 2 years ago after having seen the flyer. (I miss you R). And when, back in the day, a boy would see Kirchner boots in his spaetzle, which now manifests into a collective experience for insiders. Those, who were there on Saturday. Sprezzatura.
And then, sculptures, referencing a more innocent era of insecurity and pure hope. The wolf in sealskin clothing brings in the harvest of prior projects. I refuse to participate in failure.
According to the American psychologist Claire W. Graves, the gradual development of indi- vidual and collective consciousness abides to a spiral structure. With every developmental step, humankind becomes more tolerant, peaceful and empathetic. The meek will inherit the earth. Currently, the Western World is situated on a consciousness level centered on self benefit. The next step in human awareness is becoming increasingly influential: Gender equality, veganism, community. The distinctive, individual brushwork – a sense of hu- maneness is clearly apparent in these pictures.
His cockiness, his enthusiasm, the pubescent jokes and this innocent formalism, whilst he talks about sculptures by an artist, that look a bit like the early work of another artist who had a show in Baltimore 3 months ago with the collective XY – actually I really don’t care – all I really see is a boy who just wants to paint and who I value because of that. It all cul- minates in a whirlpool – in the reception, conversations, friendships, rivalries, fears, objects melt one into the other and it ultimately becomes impossible to describe what the work really is about. When and where the show actually stops.
Text by Yves-Michele Saß