...For What They Are

Humour helps the viewer engage with a body of work that is highly intuitive in origin, disjointed in appearance, and largely associative in nature. There is no real rhyme or reason in the images that make up a particular series, yet somehow it makes perfect sense to pair a photograph of a toy harness with a lemon on stilts. Were I to explain that, I’d be fumbling for words. Our spontaneous response tends to be nonverbal. Are the kind of truths encountered in the work of Onorato & Krebs the ones that in no way can be translated back into speech? Maybe we can only adequately answer in images?