[detailed resume]	Kamil Antos What is a beautiful act? It is a heroic act and not necessarily a gentle act. Repeatedly it is an act that, either stems from brutality, or is violent in and of itself. Often beauty comes at a time when something is about to expire. Subsequently, the last moments of the act and the traces left behind are immaculately beauteous. This melancholy beauty revolves around the memories; even fabricated memories of experiences imagined but never experienced. The power of the brutalized ruins compels such a response, stirring up fascination and empathy. Detroit is full of such ruins that once housed individuals and infinite dreams. They held lives, long since changed, now they hold their ghosts within fire stormed walls, beneath tarnished skies and scattered amidst empty lots. Yet, somehow inside all of that drab and litter, within the charred and conflagrated frames a silent beauty withstands. It withstands the indifferent violence that has reduced these homes to scars. It is as if the ghosts of these strange lives, soaked into the walls and windowpanes, were released through the heat and flames. It is such ghosts that are revered in all their tragic beauty. Taking a little time to look beyond and into the black and mangled surfaces there it lies gentle and soft like a whisper, a heroic beauty. The type of beauty that is bestowed upon every survivor, upon each and every single one of us. Those spaces inside the darkened windows, perched within broken facades, bellow to be ennobled. Thus a purpose is fulfilled with each work. An attempted facsimile not to immortalize or save anything, rather to empathize with that beauty. With these subjective attempts evidence is formulated that after these scars are long gone their beauty will not be forgotten. It has had the power to move and stir up the soul. Out of such revere comes this work whose subject is not always directly the ruins of Detroit. Never the less they are there, brooding gently over and beneath the surface of each work.