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'This Tragedy', a Group Show at Fonda, Leipzig

JULIET: Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me:

Nurse! What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.

Laying down her dagger

What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,v Together with the terror of the place,--
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fear,
And madly play with my forefather's joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his bodyv Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

14.3.20 — 18.4.20

Justin Chance, Charlotte Edey, Angelique Heidler, Sebastian Jefford, Tom Putman, Urara Tsuchiya

Organised by Ginny on Frederick

FONDA

'Space Almond Head Void' by Sasha Auerbakh at GOMO, Vienna

'UwU' by Tea Strazicic at ung5, Cologne

'Friends Objects' by Helin Alas at Loggia, Munich

'Talent Didn’t Bring Me Here' by Günther Möbius at BPA Space, Cologne

'P**** B**** ARENA' by Isabelle Frances McGuire at Good Weather (Hosted by Et al.

'Flat Tire' by Janis Dzirnieks at Robert Fruinstraat 56, Rotterdam

'Sheets of Past and Layers of Reality', a Group Show at Hoib, Tallinn

Garden Cult Triennale, Chapter I: Sopot, Poland

'踢館 Tek Kwun' at Tai Kwun Centre for Heritage and Arts, Hong Kong

'Theological Time, Mean Landscape, Circumcision Throne, Burping Bird, Auto-censur

'More than two eyes' by Eliška Konečná and Michael Nosek at Berlinskej Model, Pra

'Wandering Wind' by Vytenis Burokas at Editorial, Vilnius

'Love Sign', a Group Show at Galerie Noah Klink, Berlin

'Zwei Schwestern' by Andrey Bogush and Sinaida Michalskaja at Zarinbal Khoshbakht

'Without the Scales' by Angharad Williams at Schiefe Zähne, Berlin

'A Whole Other Level', essay by Kuba Bąk for 'Enter the Heat' by Inside Job

'An Elixir of Immortality' by John Miller at Schinkel Pavillon, Berlin

'True Romance' by Soshiro Matsubara at Croy Nielsen, Vienna

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