Marcel Duchamp had let dust settle on his « Large Glass » for months, when Man Ray photographed it in his New York studio and entitled it « Dust Breeding » in 1920. This black and white landscape of a wasteland look-alike seen from above reminds us that dust, dirt and outskirts often disturb and unleash creation. What if art was just junk, an attempt to transgress, question and break all rules ? In the darkness of caves, subway yards, city streets or dead-ends, in the dark magic of voodoo rituals or the dark abyss of the web, artists are viruses that dive into the fringes of our worlds to hack, scratch or spoil them, widening through chaos the territories of creation. And so does Pablo Tomek, an artist that draws from (man polluted) reality the raw and precarious material for his work which he practices amidst the constraint of exterior forces.
Excerpt from the press release written by Hugo Vitrani
