Untitled 

Curator: Wow. I'm immediately struck by how the artist balances… discomfort, perhaps, with an almost absurdist humor. Editor: Absolutely. We are looking at a painting attributed to Kinder Album, its simple title is, in fact, Untitled, and it seems to work primarily with acrylics on canvas, with strong expressionist cues in the brushwork. I find it's an incredibly strange combination of the grotesque and the beautiful. The human form seems, I don't know, somehow *drenched*? Curator: Yes, and it really invites pondering, doesn't it? The corporeal figure, draped in what appears to be some kind of honey-pancake cascade. This feels like some kind of myth emerging, or, at the very least, a fable in the making. Do we laugh, or are we meant to feel pity? The landscape adds another layer – somber and a little chilling, despite the playful figure in front of it. It all clashes so spectacularly. Editor: Symbolically, I’m drawn to the implied contrast. The female nude form against this substance that covers it -- what could be read as both indulgent sweetness and an encroaching… stickiness? The artist layers different types of vulnerability on top of each other, don’t you think? What’s being exposed here? Is this about some confrontation with a part of ourselves that we generally choose to hide? Curator: Yes, and honey is the traditional, alchemical component of sweetness that also suggests being preserved. As you said, all the different symbols play so well off of one another, with all this sweetness trying to 'contain' the more grotesque figure here -- with her body betraying any easy desire, any kind of consumption. Is it working, or failing spectacularly? Is it that tension, between sweetness and sour, or beauty and "ugly", that’s actually so…arresting. I'm almost scared by it. Editor: I feel so. Its bold re-imagining of themes in visual symbology makes this untitled image quite unforgettable, even haunting. Curator: Absolutely. One wonders where Kinder Album may be taking us in future works – wherever it is, I anticipate more jarring sweetness… or at least sticky reflections.