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'Miranda' by Monia Ben Hamouda curated by Pane Project, Milan

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Flashing lights. When silence becomes unbearable because it enhances the sound sensation, I woke up, not without difficulties, in these open valleys with a free airflow which are sufficiently sheltered from strong west and north winds. Blinded by a dazzling sun, I carry my hands near to my eyes, then close them to darken this bright light. I open them again. The ground, strewn with blue gentians which descend several meters is breathtaking. ‘- Is it real?’ I try, with some delicacy, to pick one of them to smell the exquisite elixir of its perfume. Love. I remember this feeling; to love and to be loved. Also, the one who drives us to transcend ourselves through desire. Sweet passion: intense and pure, floating in an air balloon filled with a transparent liquid. Then, everything suddenly vanishes.
I repeat myself again. ‘- Everything suddenly vanishes.’ And I said ‘- Hello darkness, my old threat’. The stab wounds is like a reminder that love’s dart. ‘- Why does it torment?’ This long path is a duel with our arch-nemesis. Delusive and hurtful. Common to all; at every age, nothing escapes this all-destructive rage. I choose to pursuit my way from abyss into abyss; ‘- My mind over her dead matter.’ To imbibe the unknown and absorb the power of mystery. Gathering misdeeds and zests. Dull.

Text by Noëmi Merca

14.3.17 — 21.3.17

Pane Project

'the lorries are speaking', Off-Site Show Curated by Julius Pristauz, Sinkhole Pr

'China' by Mindaugas Navakas at (AV17) Gallery, Vilnius

'Un Paysan Heureux', Off-Site Group Show, Lausanne

Nina Rieben & Brigham Baker at Palazzina, Basel

'Isolation Booth' by Nick Jeffrey at Jakob Kroon, Worthing

'Elf slashed with a sword' by Martin Lacko at Pragovka Gallery, Prague

'Where the wild roses grow', a Group Show at Pina, Vienna

Aleksei Taruts, THE CURSE OF THE STINKING CAVES

'Splendido' by Paolo Brambilla at Secret Location, Italy

'Jung Thug' by Tissue Evolution Club at CAC, Vilnius

'Reiterate' by Tobias Hansen at foundation, Vienna

'No Hot Water the Boiler is Broken' by Jack Pryce for the Body Archive Project

'Laminar Body^ies' by Natalia Janula at Final Hot Desert, Utah

'No Teeth Left', a Group Show by Collective Disgrace at Tunnel Tunnel, Lausanne

'STAY SAFE', Off-Site Group Show by Shivers Only, Chantemanche

'Anticipatory Grief' by Michael Bussell at Vent Space, Baltimore

'Faya Lobi' by Xavier Robles de Medina at Praz-Delavallade, Paris

'Burial of the White Man' by EXILE, Kleiner Gleichberg, Thuringia

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