Ever since first coming across the portfolio of Madrid-based Diana Kunst earlier this week her images have refused to leave me alone. There’s something charged about them – the same way the air feels heavy and expectant before a storm – and they’ve stalked me during the past few days, infiltrating my quiet moments and demanding to be considered afresh.
And yet even after all this I can’t quite put my finger on what it is about them. She is brilliant at creating a certain kind of atmosphere, a visual discombobulation. There’s a seam of sexuality running throughout but it’s rarely a straightforward kind (is sexuality ever straightforward?) with slightly dark, slightly twisted overtones at play and you often feel plunged into a narrative you’re forced to try and work out.
What’s interesting is to see her commercial work where her compositional brilliance is co-opted into more traditional fashion shoots, but it’s in her personal work where she lets her immense talents really run wild with a series of quietly confrontational works which will get under your skin.