Esther Teichmann

, April 5, 2014

Untitled from Fractal Scars, Salt Water and Tears

As if seeing the world with closed eyes, Teichmann builds a fictional space wherein the imagined, the real and the staged coalesce to seduce the viewer into a kind of mythical paradise. There are crashing waves, brooding skies and seashells, while elsewhere caves contain languid female nudes, their backs turned or gazes averted as the darkness envelopes them.