Franco B. (no date).
Franco B
The life and work of Franko B is situated somewhere between isolation and seduction, benevolence and confrontation, suffering and eroticism, punk and poetry. It is a certain type of schizophrenia that finds a balance, dramatically undermining the status quo.
Extract from the article ‘When There Is No Future How Can There Be Sin’. By Becky Haghpanah-Shirwan, 2015
‘There is this ghetto in the art world which says that if you are “expressionist” you must only be that,’ he asserts with respect to the marginalizing effects of conspicuous popular labeling. ‘Why close stuff in a box? Artists benefit from creating environments where anything can happen and there is contamination involved.’ Performative, rather than a performer, Franko B moves between mediums to sculpt the audience through the purity of their visceral connection. Stereotypes and categories sit in stark contradiction to his organic existence, as the ambiguity of the distinctions becomes his practice. Performance? Queer? Pleasure? Pain? His position is thus: ‘I don’t wish to be included in your ghetto mentality and fetishisation of where I might come from. I don’t have anything to prove to you or anything to justify so just fuck off.’