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'Leibliches Hören und sein Knecht' by Lukas Quietzsch & Philipp Simon at Kunstbunker, Nürnberg

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Every year, when the trees shed their leaves and it gets colder, I look forward to the first snow. I canhardly wait and long for the holidays. Once again, this candied layer coats my skin, it settles between myself and my childhood, between the joy of reunion and domestic reality, it’s a kind of therapeutic shell. Mother calls everyone to the table and, actually, this is the feeling that I mean, this sitting together at a table and the delight in my family, this whole constructedness, this layer between myself and us

– as sticky as sugar. I cling to it, even though I quarrel with it, because, more and more, it is taking on a life of its own. Later on during Gottesdienst, on the street or in the restaurant, I think it has to be clear, privily, to everyone.

I am drifting. I mean, I live in stratified spaces with extensive entryways. I move in these spaces, in synthetic spaces, in strata of artificial order. And for there to be strata and boundaries throughout, I, too, am stratified.

And bounded. [here, take this] I take on the next trifle and thereby plug a finger in the navel, because theonly thing that counts is the account of something. There are simply perspectives you have to permit yourself. But altogether, this has little to do with reality, and, on the other hand, you can’t get rid of them entirely, it sticks like resin. So, on to another layer, my brother hands me the bread basket. The hedge at the bottom of the garden and every new notion underlines the mismatch between myself and us. Going on, I am drifting as the distance expands further. I am standing on the boundary. From hereon, everything floats in a puree of perspectives and perceptions. [don‘t think negatively, be undeterred]

I should be fully devoted and say yes, that is actually much more beautiful and harmonious. I want to be at the center of my complacency, a hole that is warm with a rough and steep passage that leads upward behind me – such is my world, par excellence.

15.6.19 — 28.7.19

Kunstbunker

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'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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