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'Surface Tension', a Group Show at flamingo, Berlin

Surface tension is a phenomenon of contact. It describes dispersing and unifying forces in a temporary balance. It is an invisible bridge, a property not of a single element, but of an interface, shaping the uppermost layer, the visible. Just when the sun rises, the dew sticks to the leaf, in a perfect drop, at least for a while. 

The sun is coming from the left-hand side, casting a long shadow from you. You flex your muscles. As you turn and look out over the landscape, you understand you are a liquid body of mass filled with solids of various densities, structured along lines of potential force and contained by a semi-porous wrapping with elastic surface tension. 

A  This is more than you can take. You stop reading. 

B  You are intrigued. Continue with the next paragraph below. 

You look up and see the sky in a hazy light of thick distance fog. If the draw distance allows you might notice it stores the radiant heat of the sun. A skydome of paraffin, a landscape made of industrial waste. The soft, waxy material was perhaps pressed out of the now pixelated rock formations suspended in front of you, like a low res texture map. It looks unreal. 

A You reach out to touch it. Continue to the next paragraph and be careful not to trigger collision response.

B You decide it’s too risky, you continue reading. 

The slender shapes of demonic creatures are clipping through the porous landscape. Their cold metallic skin is tattooed with images of the sun. Are those dark souls worshipping the sun, or humans bathing in the radiance of a thousand suns? 

A  You panic. You stop reading. 

B  You take a deep breath, continue. 

A solid object suddenly appears in front of you. You enter noclip, and bodies stretch out as a vast landscape. Your eyes scroll in search of an anchor point. You wonder, like a romantic wanderer roaming a cliff on the rough sea, if you are actually embedded in this landscape and if so, how? As you step forward, the ground seems to move on its own as it gets gradually flooded by a viscose liquid, coating the landscape like a filter, building up a forth layer of skin. A thick, two-dimensional surface swallowing everything. You fight a strong feeling of hollowness. A sea of polymer microparticles bleeds from the machine. 

18.1.20 — 22.2.20

Lotte Meret Effinger, Delia Jürgens, Lito Kattou

Curated by Sarah Johanna Theurer

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