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'Kind Of Like Spitting', Group Show Curated by Nik Timková at Garage Gallery, Prague

Kind Of Like Spitting

No longer human, nothing to counteract or compensate for, because there is nothing at all, period. Black emptiness and yet awareness of the nothingness. Being awake in the sleep, somehow. No visions, no ideas.

i had no idea what to say so i ignored it 
(eyes closed)

Let’s meet at the same time everyday. Do you know what I mean? Politics, it’s also who I am in relation to you. Who we are in the way we can see each other in relation to the others. The ways of days unknown. Truth is nobody was going to paint anything for this show. Half dry brushes. Same level, and we are, if not the same it’s so close. Creating love poems to barricades built to resist sucking systems. Unlikely creations. Enemies by day, lovers by night. And if we are all here then, we are also probably all special art rebels anyway, so let’s be special art rebels together. Let’s meet at the same time everyday. To fit in with it, as needed. Angel cum clean. Empty removes from emptiness. The pure aesthetic is magic, and magic is a pseudo illusion of getting something from nothing. Not wrong, but feelings. Let’s break all the spells that keep us asleep to our own power.

always feels the same
(eyes open)

Nudity in ocean water had led to some men having had their uncovered genitals stung by jellyfish. Fantasia. Apocalypse means unveiling things not previously known and which could not be known apart from the unveiling. Like, having a spiritual experience and deciding to get sober, getting called out and realising your perspective is built on thin ice, learning that someone you trusted isn’t who you’d imagined them to be, the violence of colonisation and its world-ending of indigenous people’s relationship to their land ways of life, waking up to your own narcissism or abusiveness and needing to rebuild, becoming aware of participation in systems of supremacy founded on lies and propaganda. For those who patiently endure: World is a fuck.        

(Nik)

26.8.20 — 24.9.20

Adrian Altman, Jakub Hošek, Vladimír Skrepl

Photos by Jakub Hájek

Garage Gallery

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