These flags are cut from a different cloth

Caught in the same breeze, waiting to see what their faces will look like when the wind changes.

These flags are planted in the fertile soil of thought, oft over demanded and under supplied. They speak with the tongue of the masses on an identities minutia. For all the rigour given to these flags design they never hold fast to static guidelines, never truly the same from one glance to the next, yet always they are consistent in their presentation, as oxymoronic as we are.

These are the artworks of @paranoidhill and @adhd143 adorning the main hall of @ArtverseParis. These are dirty rags on the studio floor, catching the most impossible of compositions in their unstoppable impermanence. These are a sun bleached sense of self, flown for far too long without relief. Just as others fly a form made up from past moments and icons of identity, so to do these artworks. The individuality of a brushstroke as applicable to the many as a single star on field of blue. The collage of current and historic imagery the same as those creatures of heraldry and home islands that make up a nations perceived identity.

These flags are planted in terra de ninguém, not seeking to claim soil for one side or the other, simply standing as ardent reminder that more than just the faceless force of nations & corporations once stood here. This is the necessary abstraction of the visual to capture and explore emotion, standing as bulwark before the senseless and distorted abstraction of humanity known as 'corporation' which seeks to keep such truth hidden so as to better abuse it.

These flags fly in opposition to all others, they say look here to my vulnerability, rally round me in exhaustion and let me lead you in to peace. These are flags that long to be captured by their enemy so as to wipe the tears from another's turned cheek. This is cloth armour catching broad blades, all of steels certainty shown to be an illusion before the thousand fibres of Kevlar self they find themselves caught in.

This is contemporary art as it should be. It does not require deep knowledge of niche art history, it is not reliant on a card next to it to deliver its context or impact. Even if its intended representation is not known at first, its broader meaning is as implicit as any nations flag, this is us, we were here, and here we will remain.

These flags are art, this art a flag.

In all forms, from screen to sculpture, text to textile.

This is us.