the work of michaël borremans always has a humbling and quieting effect on me. it is almost like one enters a space and want to ask :’what happened?’. the sombre and atmospheric nature of the paintings seem to exalt the mundane to a position of reverence, a moment of quiet absorption. the down-cast posture of his subjects reflect on something equally indescribable, an elusive concern. but even though the painter’s approach is reminiscent of many traditional art historical styles, the revolution lies in the way he captures the confluence of near conflicting moods like nostalgia indifference and perplexed dispair all laced with an ominous ambiguity. this contemplative theatre has a catalyzing effect on the viewer and is far from peaceful, i find it is brimming with a disturbing expectation and a strange suspense.