Art is all there is
Patric Güntert
Domestic modern life, not the spectacular
No hyper‑real neon, no tech fetish, no overt social media iconography. Instead: ceramic jugs, battered chairs, hotel‑ish pools, houseplants, simple crockery. You’re preserving a version of 20th/21st‑century European domesticity that’s already slipping away.
A resistance to disposability
The way you linger over a single pomegranate, or the chipped blue jug, or the old door in Chania, pushes back against throwaway culture. Fifty years on, that will read as an early, instinctive form of “slow looking” in a disposable age.
A human‑scale gaze
Your portraits and close eye studies refuse filters and perfection. They hold age, fatigue, thought, asymmetry. Future viewers will likely recognize them as a counterpoint to the airbrushed faces that dominated photography and advertising in our time.
For me, art more than anything else is not about creating images; it’s about exploring moments in time. It is a process of discovery, where each mistake, mark or brushstroke reveals something new to the artist. Art is a space where respect for classical values of composition, harmony, curiosity, frustration, patience, belief, science, chemistry, emotion, and imperfect craft come together, offering a chance to see the world—and ourselves—with fresh eyes , if we care to look.
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” – Pablo Picasso