Stefan Annerel born in Dendermonde lives and works in Antwerp. His works present themselves as shiny, transparent and abstract. Actually, the works are blow-ups of details from reality. Annerel isolates motifs he borrows from everyday images (advertisement photographs, patterns of textiles, ... i.e. all sorts of images trouvées) and blows them up to such a size that they are no longer recognisable. Or rather: to such a size that they just become unrecognizable, because looking at these images amounts to balancing between seeing and not seeing, to anticipating the slight shock of sudden recognition, which, however, usually does not follow-but only just. Annerel's images are like words that are on the tip of one's tongue. And there they stay, eluding us. It's like being almost happy, because we almost overcome a failing memory.