In the thick of earthly chaos und foul wheather, Oliver Dehn´s painting appears in a lull, right in the eye of a hurricane. Paralyzed in the temporality of a snap- shot, things stay focused.
Close still- life settings finish, inhabited by empty bottle necks and mayflys at work over addled fast food. Pastose, groceries and cleaner, chambers and accessory glow in nuanced and contrastive colors.
Daily grind sighted by fine art and reverse; the canvas named „table“, dated this year, mirrors the artist´s table. The palette, stuffed up on the board, gets alike mounted in material on the canvas. Vessels and implements hold out ahead of an empty and almost disappearing backround.
Close to the bright light and reflections of impressionism, the presentations linger, alternated in light, far- off the notions in `air plein´. Time looms unsettled. Crossed and smacked by expressionist manner, scraped, melted, inconsistent in lightning conditions- ambiguity opens to inwardness. A backpedaling, a slow down of routine.