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'Wandering Wind' by Vytenis Burokas at Editorial, Vilnius

His Sneakers were on, yet the journey started first with his eyes and ears and only then with the rest of his body members. He’s standing in a temple of their ruined lodge, smiling because he learned not to love the ruins and passing clouds, not to long for the ‘good old days’, or the temple to be rebuilt. Yet he desires to reunite with vast emptiness, with an unnamable singularity where all the history and its matter with all dichotomies are melted away. Clouds and pollen float into his eyes, and the ears hear how the wind carries a cloud of entropic debris. A word heard or formulated by the inner ear / eye sinks into an intangible being. How deep is the fry? How long can we keep an idea on the horizon of consciousness before it melts away? Repetition and action inscribe thoughts and embodied experiences into an inner programme. On the outside, we need to create dotted borderlines, mnemonic anchors that would constantly remind us of what we believe in again and again. We externalise our belief systems to stumble upon evidences now and then. But how to raise the anchor when we see a storm approaching, and allow the still favourable wind to blow into the sails, how to make a leap of faith? 

A slightly different story begins if we employ an idea after capturing it, giving it direction not only in the perspective of eternity, but also weaving it into the fabric of a hitherto tangible reality. We are carried by waves of progress. But the waves have the property of breaking ashore, over and over. The arrow of progress, time, has the strange property of accelerating, flying with ever- increasing speed, increasing its destructive force. Let us no longer believe in a place that is not poisoned by the arrow of time, where everything would exist at once, where there is no top and bottom, empty and full, where the x and y axes are deleted with a transcendental eraser, where math doesn’t have this particular significant chalk, and chalk doesn’t have such fingers with which to make the search for the Truth public on the board. Everything is language, but languages fade away. 

11.6.20 — 11.7.20

Photo by Ugnius Gelguda

Editorial

'VOLUME OF EFFORT (3)' by Jakub Czyszczoń at Skala, Poznań

'INTO A GRAVEYARD FROM ANYWHERE' by Mary-Audrey Ramirez at Dortmunder Kunstverein

'eat & becʘ̃me' by Silas Inoue at Augustiana, Augustenborg

'A Californian Plumber' by Agnieszka Szostek at Fugitif, Leipzig

'Shelter of Trust' by Klára Švandová and Ondřej Doskočil at TiK Cold Space, Riga

'The Weakest Nest Robber' by David Fesl at Karlin Studios, Prague

'Larry Farmer' by Tyler Macko at No Place, Columbus

'Unrealism' by Omsk Social Club at Kunstraum Kreuzberg/Bethanien, Berlin

'Retoucher´s abilities' by Alex Selmeci and Tomáš Kocka Jusko at Berlinskej Model

'ThirstyJurisdictionsDesireOutside' by DDaS at A.D., New York

'Longue-Fâme', Off-Site Show by Lia Pradal & Camille Tallent, 42.901730, 1.346770

'Arthur Phillip puts his head down, Barangaroo 1788' by Allan Rand at CHAUFFEUR,

'Dystopian Realism', a Group Show Curated by Václav Janoščík at Cursor Gallery, P

'heute denken, morgen fertig' by Grégory Sugnaux with Camille Kaiser, Christophe

'TTOA: Native Arrangement II' by Kai (Kari) Altmann at Final Hot Desert, Rozel Po

'Hairy earthtongue, weeping toothcrust, fairy rings', a Group Show at FUTURA, Pra

'Crosspollination' by Yein Lee & Ivan Pérard at Loggia, Vienna

'Thread Art Paintings' by Sal Salandra at East Hampton Shed on Wheels

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