being seen in stillness
when a world-class artist liked my instagram post (and i was just lying there, sleepy and crusty, scrolling without a single thought) i woke up and did what most of us do — mindlessly reached for my phone, eyes still adjusting to the morning. i wasn't expecting anything, really. just the usual scroll. but then i saw a name that stopped everything: @realfranknitsche liked your post. i blinked. once. twice. what? then i saw it again. and again. and again. not just one post, but several. i stared at it, still half-dreaming, trying to figure out if my brain was playing tricks on me. i tapped on the profile. a grayscale emoji profile pic. 13k followers. berlin. and then… the feed. crisp, abstract canvases. those cold blue forms, intersecting lines, perfect negative space — it hit me instantly. it was really him. frank nitsche. the frank nitsche. the artist whose works hang in tate modern , centre pompidou , ludwig museum . the one whose paintings look like frozen moments in some dig...