Enter the studio of Marko Velk and expect to find yourself confronted with phantoms in a more or less advanced state of reincarnation. Within a close frame, faces come out of the greyness of the charcoal, eyes closed, as drowned emerging from dead waters. Soon, (in order to reassure ourselves) our temptation to identify or relate them to known references is eluded. Resemblances follow one another on their features as shadows, a whole stream of resemblances, without it being fair to stop at only one. Before our very eyes, our phantoms are passing by. Text by Anne Malherbe
