Werner Mannaers. The Scent of Mimosa. – Martin Herbert Koopje

‘There is another, larger impulse behind all of this layering and gaming and interfusing, I think. Art that merely tells, or that merely codifies for easy unpacking, is not art, and tends to be dead on arrival. For art to live – ‘living’ is an odd concept to apply to the inanimate, but it does, and you know it when you see it – it has to partake of that aforementioned density: in Mannaers’s case, that adds up to a body of work that mirrors a life lived, and continues to live in itself. That makes for somewh…