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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

'The rain of chrysanthemums rotted into hay' by Timur Aloev at Holešovická Šachta

'Bucolic Gang' by Mónica Mays at Rupert, Vilnius

'The Chase' by Jürgen Baumann at Material, Zurich

'The Host' by Pakui Hardware at eastcontemporary, Milan

'Chlamydomonas Nivalis' by Alberto Tadiello at Umberto Di Marino Gallery, Napoli

'The Centre' by Patrick Cole and Dominic Watson at Kupfer, London

'Ghost Member: Prosthesis/ Symbiosis as a shelter' by Naomi Maury at L'Assaut de

'I show you the signs of life' by Alina Izmaylova at Kerka gallery, Saint-Petersb

'I Don't Want No Trouble' by Lucas Erin at All Stars, Lausanne

'The Grime and the Schmutz' by Béla Feldberg at Jo-Anne, Frankfurt am Main

'Night of Hinnā' by Monia Ben Hamouda at Bungalow, ChertLüdde, Berlin

'Getting Down to Business' by Rebecca Rothenborg at Galerie Roland Puschitz, Vien

'Why Me?' by Pietro Agostoni at Associazione Barriera, Turin

'Holloway - ‘Das Gift’ is a Gift' by Céline Struger at Loggia, Vienna

'Under the Moon' Group Show at Camp Eternal Hell Chamber, New York

'SUPER-NATURAL', Group Show at OLHÃO, São Paulo

'Body Electric' by Zuza Golinska at Galerie Anton Janizewski, Berlin

'Almost Collapsing Balance' by Liao Wen at Capsule Shanghai

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