Behind bars
We are all behind bars. Modern society is quick to tell us what we cannot do, this is somewhat depressing. We are behind the bars that we put in front of ourselves. The longer one continues on a path, the harder it becomes to change course.
In these fictional portraits of barflies lies the obvious. Because when the world gets you down, have a beer and feel a little better. I want to showcase the beauty of the beaten down and defeated.
There is almost a mystical beauty in that wich fails to stay on the path of conformity. Through wearyness, you get a sence of history, a sence of time and use.Weawed in between the lines is this sence. Behind the bars lies something fragile, something human.
The beauty of drawing on a sheet of paper lies in the line going off, cris-crossing, coming back together and sort of creating a life on it´s own. I´ve tried to explore the dynamics of a line, hatching, intersecting, seperating and putting together. Behind the hatched lines, behind the bars breathes life.
Meet the flies.





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