About

You are entering uncertain and treacherous ground. The realm of the Stvorchoons, the Birdhoons, and other creations of my imagination. The Stvorchoons look you straight in the eye and mock you. They swarm and churn, disappear, then give way to abstract forms, only to become illustrations of absurdity before long.

They laugh at you, at the art world, and at the pseudo-philosophical pretensions of artists, curators, and self-proclaimed “experts.”

They are a form of play, and a play with form and colour.

Maks Maksymowicz