Literature

Announcing his life as if it were a product for sale, his work becomes an advertisement, a dark room where the vibrant colours of the city, the lights and the movement create a captivating space where the artist loses himself in a sort of almost sacred collages; the venerated saints are ourselves, our ego, our image. The iconography of movies and advertising surrender to the repeated image of the artist who elevates his figure almost to the altars of narcissism. Hubertus plays with our perception of the world and invites us to rethink who our new gods are. A clock-sculpture marks the passage of time surrounded by timeless characters, inviting us to witness our own mortality.