Patric Güntert
- Domestic modern life, not the spectacular
No hyper‑real neon, no tech fetish, no overt social media iconography. Instead: ceramic jugs, battered chairs, hotelish pools, houseplants, simple crockery. I want to preserve a version of 20th/21st‑century European domesticity that’s already slipping away. - A resistance to disposability
I like to linger over a single pomegranate, a chipped blue jug, or an old door in Chania, turning my back on throwaway culture. Hopefully in fifty years from now, that will read as a form of rebelious “slow looking” in a disposable age. - A human‑scale gaze
My portraits and close eye studies do not use filters or attempts at perfection. They hold age, fatigue, thought, asymmetry. Future viewers may see them as a cussed recation to the airbrushed faces that dominated photography and advertising in our time.
For me, painting and drawing more than anything else is not about creating images; it’s about selfish moments in time that I get lost in, that make me happy, or sometimes sad. I respect classical values of composition and harmony, and all the wisdom that comes from them, but follow my own foolish curiosity, frustration, patience, belief, science, chemistry, emotion, and imperfections until I decide that's it, I see and feel what I see and feel, I have no idea what others see and feel, and I don't think it us up to me to tell them.
“There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen
