image text special shop

'The Swamp' by Real Madrid at Sans titre (2016), Paris

article image; primary-color: #C9C1BE;
Exhibition view
article image; primary-color: #D9D9D7;
Exhibition view
article image; primary-color: #C7CCC8;
Real Madrid, Fallen like bottleneck (Soggy, Mossy, Blossom), 2018
article image; primary-color: #CBCAC6;
Real Madrid, Narcissus (detail), 2019
article image; primary-color: #D3D3D3;
Exhibition view
article image; primary-color: #D1D6CF;
Real Madrid, Fallen like bottleneck (Viscid), 2018
article image; primary-color: #B0AEAF;
Exhibition view
article image; primary-color: #BDBEC0;
Real Madrid, Catching flies not feelings, 2018
article image; primary-color: #A5A5A5;
Real Madrid, Catching flies not feelings, 2018
article image; primary-color: #9D9996;
Real Madrid, Chokepoint, 2019
article image; primary-color: #B7AB9D;
Real Madrid, Chokepoint (detail), 2019
article image; primary-color: #B7C2BC;
Real Madrid, Fallen like bottleneck (Rusty, Rainy), 2018
article image; primary-color: #B9B5B2;
Real Madrid, Old people, 2019

“Narcissus’ fist sinks in the muddy bottom of the pond whose surface still mirrors a reversed image of youth.

Swamps are places of slow fertility, whose shapes develop slowly through accumulation, from sediments building on one another. Their characters evolve through sickly modular structures repeating themselves. Their sexual allure is calm and deadly, shrouded by bionetwork of flowers showing off their open buttholes and with them the genetic state of their species. In the swamp, lust doesn’t occur in horny uncontrollable rushes. A quiet sex appeal pervades the entire biosystem and rests under the water surface. When the wind blows or the rain falls we hear everything moaning. The water is turbid, but not dirty, so full of life and organisms as to render it dark and slimy, just a step away from being solid. On some parts of the surface a variety of water grass grows, creating the greatest trap for you to fall in.

Flowers are an immense investment of energy for the plant, therefore their existence is usually reserved for the surplus of springs, or to one full moon a year. Those are times for sexting, hairdos, tempting bees. But also, you never know if the bee that’s coming will kill you or pollinate you (lolz, maybe you are one of those insect-killer plants). Tongues pop out of floating leaves licking the surrounding air, capturing and swallowing little mosquitos, while seducing all other beings around. This constant tension of waiting for somebody to come and deflower me sounds like the sexual silence of adolescence: “- But everybody got laid already. Why haven’t I”?

Let’s spend hours eating chips in bed, taking photos of flourished décolletés with mobile swamps in which youth reflects and falls and drowns.”

— Real Madrid

22.3.19 — 20.4.19

Photo by Aurélien Mole

Sans titre (2016)

'After petal fall spray' by Sol Hashemi at Veronica, Seattle

'Lunatique' by Ernst Yohji Jaeger at Crèvecœur, Paris

'Sour Well', Group Show at Nir Altman, Munich

'Force Majeure' by Aaron McLaughlin at Loods-6, Amsterdam

'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

Next Page