Artist Steve Sabella’s website offers links to a long list of documentaries with him as their subject, from 1998 to date; a relatively long list for someone born in 1975. Sabella is arguably the perfect protagonist: his art and writing are at once very personal as well as political and universal; his monologues are passionate, while leaving room for question marks.
Journalistic convention dictates that an informative paragraph should follow here, allowing readers to place Sabella within certain mental drawers before they continue reading: where he is from, his descent, when he arrived to Berlin, and further details that usually pave the way for our attention. Sabella would rather avoid these. He attests to having »divorced« the narratives he formerly attributed to his art. Having spent years accompanying his artistic endeavor with commentary, his last solo exhibitions included neither texts nor titles.
»It frees viewers, allowing them to focus on the image and see what it makes them feel. I was the kind of artist who would talk about his work, anchoring its meaning, but I developed and learned since, and when I felt it was time, I let go of it.«