Wish machine — The smell in bars at five in the morning. Perfume, sweat, cigarettes, possibly marijuana, certainly liquor. An interrealistic smell. A mixed product that was created, produced. A hybrid that becomes reality from being. That produces a side that is by no means elegant,
but nevertheless exists. The inter-realist's world in between is not within the spectrum of Fontan's ›Before Day and Dew‹. It cannot be limited in time or space, it is omnipresent.
The subconscious of each individual builds his or her own image, that of his or her own life. The weighting of the specific components is individual. But the interrealistic attitude and action is inherent, innate, in everyone.
The interrealist rises above subjectivity and becomes objective reality. In the field of tension between abstract and objective tendencies, he is a choreographer, a conductor, but also an observer. You have the opportunity to develop your own association, poetic with an intellectual reference. You are an interrealist. You mix, blend, create, invent. It is not new, it has always been there. Now it is defined, formulated, it becomes more and more tangible the longer you think about it. Gilles Deleuze described unconscious processes in people, and that all processes are interdependent. See this as the pre-form of interrealism. See it for what it is. You yourself mix hundreds of things every day. You are very close to these things, you can look them in the eye without embellishment if you want to. The approach to this topic always raises the question at some point of where it is all leading. It certainly leads to the paintings of Alexander Iskin.
