“Masterpiece” is a hollowed-out word that hardly says anything anymore—
or rarely,
in a whisper.
Yet some works, perfectly resolved, go straight to the heart of art. They make us see. They make something exist.
Making us see results in a sharing of the soul and points toward some truth.
This reality is not about the art market, nor its fashions or official status; art EXISTS like the real juice in a fruit before we are offered its derivative……, flavoured like.
It takes curious eyes and a solid engagement with human life—one that, like the eyes, should also be doubled—to compensate for our conditionings and their pretensions.
