I remembered the quarantine for the cancellation and postponement of exhibitions, which I had planned to participate in last year. And also endless open calls, anyway dedicated to the coronavirus and self-isolation.
My work is rumpled hearts with quotes from refusals for applications, fleeting thoughts and outbursts of feelings, reflections on the need for open calls as a phenomenon of interaction between the gallery and the artist, as opposed to the direct interaction of the artist and his audience.
Today the image of the heart is associated with like, not love.
Until you are a young artist, you are looking for, but with the appearance of your own brand they are looking for you.
Art world is becoming more and more similar to Tinder.
Who is really looking for whom?
