They are objects Of no importance In our lives Often carelessly scattered Ominous Over ripe Crinkled Left For somebody else To pick up But he takes them To centre stage On big canvases With lots of colours And no filter Even sewn up wounds Shine Beyond the ordinary Everyday decadence They become parts In our stories Like memories of past Or future lives Like they have not been Before He saw them This way And let us see them Too
Poetic review of Cornelius VΓΆlker's solo exhibition at Esbjerg Museum of Contemporary Art