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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

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'Crowd Control', Group Project by Arcadia Missa x High Art, Arles

'Rain Calling' by Lito Kattou at Tranen, Gentofte

'And Darkness the Right Hand of Light', Group Show at MELK

'Don’t Say I Didn’t Say So', Group Project at Kunstverein Bielefeld, Bielefeld

'Memorial Universe!' by Ella Rose Flood at Jargon Projects, Chicago

'Полынь' by Zukhra Salakhova at Plague Space, Krasnodar

'Hamra' by Monia Ben Hamouda at Ariel – Feminisms in the Aesthetics, Copenhagen

'Nature Angst' by Valerie Keane at High Art, Paris

'Die Blume Unterirdisch Denken' by Hans-Henning Korb at Fragile, Berlin

'BELIEVING IN SUCCESS' by Bastien Cosson at Palette Terre, Saint-Martin-de-Seigna

'Sole con le code' by Valerio Nicolai at Clima, Milan

'SHOOTING STAR' by Julian-Jakob Kneer at Blue Velvet Projects, Zurich

'Pretty Pictures' by Olga Paramonova at Spas Setun, Moscow

'Süchtig nach Modeschmuck' by Nico Ihlein at Schiefe Zähne, Berlin

'Swallow' by Sami Schlichting at Lucas Hirsch, Dusseldorf

'FERA', Off-Site Group Project by Sans Souci at Dyrehavsbakken, Klampenborg

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