The night butterfly 2019

This monochrome photograph by Alfred Freddy Krupa captures a fabricated object installed on an interior surface. It's a quiet, almost eerie composition, isn’t it? I imagine Krupa wandering through the space, eyes peeled for the perfect spot to display this bird. He probably considered the texture of the wall, the way the light catches the metallic surface. It’s a dance between spontaneity and intention, trial and error. I can see him pinning that metal bird, stepping back to assess, adjusting it just so. The gesture of pinning the bird becomes a way of composing the image. Krupa seems to be in conversation with other artists who work with found objects and assemblage, like Kurt Schwitters. But he’s also speaking to something deeply personal. There's a tension between the fragile beauty of the object and the harshness of the walls. It's as if Krupa is reminding us that even in the most desolate corners, beauty can take flight. It's a kind of embodied expression, embracing ambiguity and uncertainty, and the artist, just like us, hopes that it resonates.