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'SS / SAD SYMPHONY' by Catherine Biocca at Frutta, Rome

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A: Even if I am so small it still can hurt to land in broken glasses.. 
B: You probably feel prey much the same or worse than me, but still I don’t understand how could you do this to me.. 
C: How could you do this? Let me tell you, you are quite heavy, I’m squeezed. 
B: I didn’t expect anything like this to be honest. Please don’t let this reach my eyes in this very moment. Help me to jump! 
C: Make a move! 
A: Please consider your boundaries, you know? I feel like when both of your parents die and you know you will be next and suddenly you start to sense how fast everything goes.. (sound of broken glasses) 
C: Oh oh oh my God! 
A: Oh man, this sucks! 
B: What do you see from there? 
A: What do you think? 
B: I have only this stupid wall in front of my eyes.. 
C: Oh oh oh my God! My eyes feel so tired I can hardly keep them open.. 
B: Oh Dear! C: Can you just assist me a moment? 
B: Sorry, but I’m missing my hands, I can’t really help you. How could it happen? (sound of broken glasses) 
A: Feels like we are missing some pieces from down here. 
C: How did we end up on the floor anyways? 
B: I can tell you how we ended up like this: flying. Isn’t it great? 
C: Exactly! 
B: Read my lips: g-r-e-a-t. How could it happen? (sound of broken glasses) 
C: I thought it would be warmer here (very fast) 
A: What did you say? 
C: I said I thought it would be warmer here. 
B: What should we do now? 
A: We should think about some kind of plan, this is not gonna solve itself otherwise. 
C: I agree totally. 
B: I think we should water these poor plants to begin with. 
C: Yeah right, why don’t you have a walk and close the windows ha ha ha. Please consider your boundaries, (sound of broken glasses) aha. B: Even if I am so small it still can hurt to land in broken glasses.. 
A: How do you feel? 
C: I feel like when both of your parents die and you know you will be next and suddenly you start to sense how fast everything goes.. 
B: I’m afraid this is going to take some more time ha ha ha! 
A: Man, no way! B: Don’t know what to say actually. 
A: Someone should clean this mess.. 
C: Yeah he is right. I guess we need some scissors to open this plastic bags first of all. I can’t really breathe in here. 
B: I’m afraid. 
C: I’ll have to leave soon.

18.5.17 — 23.6.17

Frutta

'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

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