Obi Blanche


We’re living in a law of the common people. Everything is for sale and does have a price. Even the most sacred. Commodities, structural violence and people rinsed by the rat race. Lies told to control masses and money laundered to wash away the guilt. Facades built in the name of brighter future just to make more money. People are tired and feel lost in the generation of porn. As a conscious human being art is one tool to filter through this chaos and build structures to stay sane. By transgressing one’s personal limits and going towards irrational fears that on conscious level are distant, but still cause anxiety in deep consciousness, there might and hopefully will be a cathartic resolution that will emerge from understanding the world a little bit more. This body of work depicts the constant balancing act between human nature, love, sexuality, religion, fear and sadly, money. Transgression and humour as resistance of ignorance. I’m taking a conscious choice of not being a victim. By taking a stand I force myself to question and by representing these questions in visual form I hope to build a conversation.

The way I’m on this work mixing analog methods with digital reflects the current zeitgeist. The world is in transition, it has always been, and as an artist you’re sampling that stream of consciousness and create the output from that energy. I didn’t want to be nostalgic nor look only to the future and create something completely digital. I wanted to use the tools and methods what we have at the moment and pay respect to in built and learned cultural relevance and create my output of visual language that would have at least a certain amount of honesty and personality. Deconstructing mass distraction.

“Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his
disposal. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy
give him a few moments of comfort. He distances himself from that which he feels
and sees. He invents. He transfigures. He mystifies. He creates. He fancies himself
an artist. He imitates, in his small way, the painters he claims are mad.”

– Jean Cocteau