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Flies perch on stale apples, bathed in midday light
of the day. Is it time to pick the fruit?
Bona bends norms, plays with accepted conventions, and photographs fashion, in a manner devoid of gushing elitism and glitz. The artist seems to be the photographic equivalent of Martine Rose, leaving class barriers behind. Searching for his language, he does not forget inclusivity, sometimes rummaging through trash, sometimes in Vitkac. Bona's works are full of sentiment for locality and exploit the visual periphery of fashion photography. The artist replaces defining with a feeling similar to when great, decaying beauty is juxtaposed with dripping beauty before our eyes. Bona is not looking for enchanted symbols, preferring to draw from pop culture and his native Sandomierz. He also likes to mix orders, as if the fashion world had been transferred to the universe of Korine's Gummo, only in Bona's case the post-apocalyptic anxiety is accompanied by a mood that perfectly evokes the word wholesome.
One thing remains the same, the fruit season is over, but the apples in the nearby orchard are still rotting.
Text: Kuba Brzegowy
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artist:
25.08.2023 - 22.09.2023 Szaber, Cracow
