First solo exhibition of Teo Skaffa.
Teo Skaffa Should be big in Japan, but isn’t.
He’s also not big in the Netherlands where he hails from.
However, this makes for very little suffering, since the happily habitual user of all things forbidden by law (in most countries anyway) consistently chooses to pick the fruits of life, rather than dwell on the sufferings. He limits his concern to cats (which he has a borderline creepy fascination with) and females of the human persuasion (who have a borderline creepy fascination with him).
Due to (or in spite of) all this, Teo Skaffa is deeply moved by his life’s encounters every week.
As a result, (and also because it’s the only thing he’s good at) he paints all of the situations he finds himself in with aforementioned females as pieces of drama, mystery or blunt ruggedness.
While one piece may has a set of cryptic meanings, the other can revolve around a simple dark element. Whichever way depicted, there is always a central creature based on someone he has met (or wished he had never met).
If anything, they are like pets to any lonesome persons groggy existence.