Philipp Keel2004

The most beautiful summers are often also the most painful. We rarely feel more alive. And at the end of those summers, we?re reminded all the more strongly that everything passes. Looking at Philipp Keel?s new works in Last Summer there is the absence?apart from a single nude?of people. Instead, there are still lifes and above all pictures of palms, pools, drinks, initially seeming cool and summery, as well as many captured moments and incidental poetry. Common to them all is Keel?s eye for specific details and moods, and yet on closer inspection melancholy permeates many of his works. At times, the moment has already passed or is only visible on the blurred margins of our consciousness. What remains is a feeling of transience, perhaps even a faint touch of loneliness.0One of the great...