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'Aquilaz' by Owen Thackeray at The beautiful Erah

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Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans All, 2017
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Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans All, 2017
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Biker Vid, 2017
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Nightttime WALK, 2017
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Full Metal Jack OFF, 2015/17
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Ur Trink is Me, 2017
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Aquilaz, 2017
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Aquilaz (movie-still), 2017
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Full Metal Jack OFF (detail), 2015/17
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Nightttime WALK (detail), 2017
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Ur Trink is Me (detail), 2017
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Ur Trink is Me (detail), 2017
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Ur Trink is Me (detail), 2017

Lo, I hath found myself doing what must be done. I am but a husk in the guise of Hercules

The ground quivers beneath mine mortal feet, the deep tract of Hell rumbles, beckoning me down. The nights have eternal reign- o sing heav’nly muse that mine path may be more clear

Led astray, I am from your lost flock, pray, save me ‘fore I am cast into darkness

Yet - here I am Decrepit, slack and cursed with a cavernous maw Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans all Yet mine mind is fertile with youth

I hath found myself doing what must be done. I am but a husk in the guise of Hercules

There is no peace unto the wicked Cognitive confusion crashes down upon me For what could I hath done? Of that I am unsure. These thoughts invade my soul - never ending

Led astray, I am from your lost flock, pray, save me ‘fore I am cast into darkness

The incessant desire for control overwhelms me- I am fatigued. Lord - I cannot stay this way! And yet my ways are set in stone Through age and habit If this is all that is left for me Then prithee let me stay a while and let me rest just a sweet while I will then depart For life is too short a thing Like the mayfly - be it a day or 3 score years It makes no difference to thee It just flies away

So fly away o life

Here I am ad infinitum Decrepit, slack and cursed with a cavernous maw Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans all Yet mine mind is fertile with youth

25.8.17 — 25.10.17

Curated by Bora Akinciturk

The beautiful Erah

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

'Ideas of Good and Evil' by Maddie Kuzak at darkZone, New Jersey

'Am Zahn - der Zorn' by Jonas Wiese and Lennart Mink Weber at Galerie Raumlinksre

'Neopangean Nest' Curated by Peter Bencze at Keep Showing Club, Neopangea


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