Thomas Rehbein

When Jared told me he was writing the screenplay of a gay, religious horror movie, I wasn’t surprised.
There’s something of a serial killer in his work, without a victim. I said to Jared, “you should really push
the color in these drawings.” But now I see that the color has been pushed. It has passed the point of
being alive into some rotting, jaundiced flesh. The forms are bodies but always a fraction of his height,
submissive in size and dominant in their detail. They feel truncated or sliced open and par boiled.
There is too much of something I’ve never really looked at, and not enough of the things I notice every
time, for the work to be truly representational. There’s a pathology in his repetition that is not about
discovery, but rather it’s about the hot side of cold or the possibly terrifying humor beyond the iconic.
(Lee Maida, 2012)

Vernissage: 25. May 2012, 6 p.m - 10 p.m.