THAT CLASSIC 2016
Solo Show @New Day Gallery, Berlin
November 2016
Paul Ferens (1989, Paris) messed up his studies at Lausanne and moved to Berlin to work 2 years for industrial design amateur legend Jerszy Seymour. Sometimes visible in the materials, and broad design sense.
Paul is barely a designer, though. In his case design is really “design”, as in “possibly not art” or “mildly useful”. The truth is very little of his portfolio (apart from a slimy line of phone covers) has purpose in a design sense. Theres a wish to avoid the clean cut utilitarianism, parallel with a reluctant cynicism towards self expression and poetry.
Deadpan painting of a car export service sign. A food stand sign. 3D printed renders of fantasy dinosaur heads. Digital paradise horizons. A rag-tag weld in a strange formation propping up a pristine BMW car light. The cover of a Cumbia compilation CD that doesn’t say much beyond itself.
At New Day Paul full-circles back to teenage fan-boy, showing losely themed small paintings in a Cumbia setting, with a lingering, gloomy, humorous sense of knowingness, and tacky sensibility.
THAT CLASSIC 2016
Solo Show @New Day Gallery, Berlin
November 2016
Paul Ferens (1989, Paris) messed up his studies at Lausanne and moved to Berlin to work 2 years for industrial design amateur legend Jerszy Seymour. Sometimes visible in the materials, and broad design sense.
Paul is barely a designer, though. In his case design is really “design”, as in “possibly not art” or “mildly useful”. The truth is very little of his portfolio (apart from a slimy line of phone covers) has purpose in a design sense. Theres a wish to avoid the clean cut utilitarianism, parallel with a reluctant cynicism towards self expression and poetry.
Deadpan painting of a car export service sign. A food stand sign. 3D printed renders of fantasy dinosaur heads. Digital paradise horizons. A rag-tag weld in a strange formation propping up a pristine BMW car light. The cover of a Cumbia compilation CD that doesn’t say much beyond itself.
At New Day Paul full-circles back to teenage fan-boy, showing losely themed small paintings in a Cumbia setting, with a lingering, gloomy, humorous sense of knowingness, and tacky sensibility.