image text special shop

'F-150' by Adam Shiu-Yang Shaw at Polansky Gallery, Prague

article image; primary-color: #731805;
article image; primary-color: #842507;
article image; primary-color: #842C08;
article image; primary-color: #742A07;
article image; primary-color: #9F2903;
article image; primary-color: #AA4406;
article image; primary-color: #906E2E;
article image; primary-color: #B0C4A1;
article image; primary-color: #BDCDB3;
article image; primary-color: #C3D4B4;
article image; primary-color: #A7BA9C;
article image; primary-color: #A3B696;
article image; primary-color: #839460;
article image; primary-color: #C0D1A5;
article image; primary-color: #CBD3AA;
article image; primary-color: #AEBDA6;
article image; primary-color: #B4BEA3;
article image; primary-color: #909778;
article image; primary-color: #887950;
article image; primary-color: #C2C9A8;
article image; primary-color: #989467;
article image; primary-color: #7C9957;
article image; primary-color: #A6B98C;
article image; primary-color: #859B5B;
article image; primary-color: #9DAE82;
article image; primary-color: #B0C78F;

It was always the same crescendo of sounds that marked their father’s arrival home from work – the roar of the truck’s engine, the machinic grinding of the garage door, and finally the barks and stampeding paws of their greyhounds bursting out of their resting places to meet him. The girls stayed in their room, mostly. They greeted him through the door, and heard him washing up. He washed his hands and arms and face in the kitchen sink before embracing their mother, in hopes she wouldn’t smell the lingering cigarette smoke. She did, of course, but didn’t say anything. They heard him taking out the large pot from the cabinet – boiled potatoes and silence for dinner again.

After eating, the girls fought over whose turn it was to burn the bedbugs that lived in their straw mattress-beds. The older one finally submitted, crawled under the frame, and lit her match. She slowly moved her hand towards the corner of the frame and spotted them, those angry red specks. They don’t try to run away, they just ‘pop!’ when they catch fire. The sparkling singed bugs fell to the floor like dying stars.

24.5.18 — 8.6.18

Curated by Christina Gigliotti

Photo by Jan Kolsky   Polansky Gallery

'ABSINTHE', Group Show Curated by PLAGUE at Smena, Kazan

'Pupila' by Elizabeth Burmann Littin at Two seven two gallery, Toronto

'Auxiliary Lights' by Kai Philip Trausenegger at Bildraum 07, Vienna

'Inferno' by Matthew Tully Dugan at Lomex, New York

'Зamok', Off-Site Group Project at dentistry Dr. Blumkin, Moscow

'Dog, No Leash', Group Show at Spazio Orr, Brescia

'Syllables in Heart' by Thomas Bremerstent at Salgshallen, Oslo

'Out-of-place artifact', Off-Site Project by Artem Briukhov in Birsk Fortress, Bi

'Gardening' by Daniel Drabek at Toni Areal, Zurich

'HALF TRUTHS', Group Show at Hackney Road, E2 8ET, London

'Unknown Unknowns' by Christian Roncea at West End, The Hague

'Thinking About Things That Are Thinking' by Nicolás Lamas at Meessen De Clercq,

‘Funny / Sad’, Group Show by Ian Bruner, Don Elektro & Halo, curated by Rhizome P

'Don’t Die', Group Show at No Gallery, New York

'Almost Begin' by Bronson Smillie at Afternoon Projects, Vancouver

'I'll Carry Your Heart's Gray Wing with a Trembling Hand to My Old Age', Group Sh

'hapy like a fly' by Clément Courgeon at Colette Mariana, Barcelona

'Fear of the Dark' by Jack Evans at Soup, London

Next Page