Sunday, April 14, 2019

Walter Swennen at Xavier Hufkens


which despite the overall inanity of most, does occasionally yield spark, an occasional brilliance in darkness, that dies, and leaves one wondering what light there ever was in the first place, and when its dark its almost chilling levels of it, sort of begging you to hate them. "Quinn Latimer has described Swennen’s images as non sequiturs. But is there even a logical sequence from which to remove them?"