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Marionettes, bodies, clothes, prostheses. The props are borrowed from the theater. Unreal scenes take place in hotel rooms that seem strangely lifeless. The people moving in them perform strange acts, their bodies bound by the constraints of fetish-like clothing whose ultimate meaning remains obscure. Markus Schinwald’s films, photos, and installations are both bewitchingly beautiful and uncanny. And they’ve brought him, almost imperceptibly, to the forefront of the international art scene. The artist, who was born in 1973 in Salzburg, transfers mental states into their physical equivalent. Yet when the human body no longer suffices to plumb the depths of the psyche, marionettes take its place. Then the world is understood as a stage upon which odd stories are played out that always strive for one thing: to open a psychologically charged inner world to the outside.
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