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WINDOWLICKER
Exhibition April 30—June 14, 2015
PAUL BARSCH ⩙ VANA BASIC ⩙ GREGOIRE BLUNT ⩙ CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN ⩙ ANNE FELLNER ⩙ NAOMI
FISHER ⩙ DOROTA GAWEDA ⩙ HANNAH HEILMANN ⩙ MIRAK JAMAL ⩙ ILJA KARILAMPI ⩙ SANDRA VAKA OLSEN
⩙ SANTIAGO TACCETTI ⩙ SHAUN MOTSI ⩙ ANTOINE RENARD ⩙ MAX RUF ⩙ ANTHONY SALVADOR ⩙ YVES SCHERER
⩙ EDWARD SHENK ⩙ EMMY SKENSVED ⩙ TORE WALLERT
WHEN I WAS 18, I WAS INASTRANGE PLACE IN THE WORLD. I WAS HOMELESS, PENNILESSAND WITH NO REALAMBITION TO PULL MYSELF OUT OF THE GUTTER.ALTHOUGH I WAS WITHOUT THE BASIC NECESSITIES OF FOODAND SHELTER, I HADASTEADY SUPPLY OF
DRUGS THAT WERE DISPENSED, I SUPPOSE, OUT OF SYMPATHY BY MANY OF MY FRIENDS. I WENT TO SLEEP HUNGRYAND COLD EVERY NIGHT, BUT NEVER SOBER. ONE EVENING, BEFORE I LEFTAPARTY TO HIT THE STREETS TO FINDABROOM CLOSET OR STAIRWELL
TO LAY MY HEAD, I GUY I BARELY KNEW GAVE MEALARGE FREEZER BAG FULL OF BROWN SPIKEY PODS. WHATARE THESE? ‘’JIMSON
WEED. THE SEEDS WILL MAKE YOU TRIP. MAYBE YOU CAN SELLTHEM. I DON‘T WANT THEM.’’ HE TOLD ME TO SPLIT THE POD OPENAND
EAT HALF OF THE SEEDS IF I REALLY WANTED TO TRIP HARD. TO ME THAT MEANT EAT THE WHOLE POD SINCE IALWAYS FOUND ‘RECOMMENDED’ DOSAGES TO BE UNSATISFYING. I CHOSE NOT TO DOSE THAT NIGHT, SINCE I WASALREADY TIREDANDAFRAID I MIGHT FALL
ASLEEP BEFORE THE TRIP KICKED IN. I SLEPT INABUILDING GUTTED BYAFIREAFEW YEARS BEFOREAND THE FREEZING NOVEMBER
AIR WOKE ME JUST BEFORE DAWN. I GOT UPAND WALKED INTO TOWN TO RAISE MY BODY TEMPERATUREANDAVOID HYPOTHERMIA
(THIS WAS MY DAILY MORNING RITUAL). OBVIOUSLY, 5AM INASMALL CITY OFFERS VERY LITTLE IN TERMS OF RECREATION, SO I DECIDED
IT WAS THE RIGHT TIME TO OPEN THE DOOR OF PERCEPTIONAND BEGAN MY DAY WITHAPSYCHEDELIC BREAKFAST. I CHOSE THE
LARGEST POD IN THE BAG, WHICH WASALSO THE DARKEST IN COLOR (I WAS TOLDAFTERWARD THE MOST POTENT SEEDSARE THE
DEEPEST BROWN). THE SEEDS WERE TERRIBLY BITTERAND MANY OF THE SHELLS GOT STUCK IN MY TEETH. I MANAGED TO FINISH THE
ENTIRE POD WITHALITTLE HELP FROMAPUBLIC WATER FOUNTAIN. I WATCHEDABEAUTIFUL SUNRISE FROM THE ROOF OFANAPARTMENT BUILDING, CONSTANTLY WAITING FOR THE EFFECTS OF THE JIMSON WEED TO TAKE EFFECT. I CAN‘T SAY HOW LONG I SAT UNTIL
THE SEEDS STARTED WORKING, BUT THE FIRST NOTICABLE SIGNS CAME IN THE FORM OF EXTREME THIRSTAND GENERAL PHYSICAL
DISCOMFORT. FINDING THE FEELINGS OF SEEMING DEHYDRATION TOO STRONG TO IGNORE, I WENT TOANEARBY MCDONALD‘S FOR
FREE ICE WATER. IT MUST HAVE BEENAFTER 9 BECAUSE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE RESTRAUNT WERE OLD GUYS GETTING FREE
REFILLS ON SENIOR CITIZEN-DISCOUNTED COFFEE. I SAT INABOOTH IN THE BACK CORNER, SIPPING WATER THROUGHACRACKED
STRAW, WATCHING THE THIRSTY ELDERLY REDNECK PARADE. IT DIDN‘T TAKE LONG FOR ME TO REALIZE I WAS ENTERING INTOAVERY
HALLUCINAGENIC TRIP. THE FACT THAT I HADN‘T EATENAREAL MEAL INAWEEKAND I WAS SLEEP DEPRIVED PROBABLYADDED TO THE
DRUG‘S INTENSITY, BUT I CAN‘T IMAGINEABIG DINNERANDAFULL 8 HOURS WOULD HAVE MADE TOO MUCH OFADIFFERENCE. UNLIKE
THE ONSET OFAN E ORACID TRIP, MY MENTAL STATE WAS VERY COMFORTABLE BUT MY PHYSICAL CONDITION FELT QUITE UNHEALTHY.
THE HEAVY SENSE OF INEBRIATION WAS QUICKLY FOLLOWED BY POWERFUL, DISORIENTING VISUALS. THOUGH THEY WEREN‘T DISTURBING, THEY SEEMEDAS CLEARAS SUNLIGHT. BLACK CATS MILLEDABOUT THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF ME, SO NUMEROUS I COULDN‘T
EVEN SEE THE TILE. THEYAPPEARED WETANDANGRY. THERE WAS DEEP CRIMSON BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THE CEILING. EVERYTHING
WAS TECHNICOLOR. THE SENSE OF DETACHMENT WAS STONG, BUT IT DIDN‘T FEEL STRANGE. EACH HALLUCINATION FLOWED INTO
THE NEXT. I WAS HOLDINGAVERY OLD BIBLE IN MY LAP. I COULDN‘T FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN IT. SOON IT STARTED TO LEAK BLOOD,
TOO. THE MORE I STRUGGLED, THE MORE IT BLED.AS SOONAS I REALIZED MY EFFORTS 4 WERE FUTILE, THE BOOK MATERIALIZED INTO
THEAIRAROUND ME. IT DIDN‘T SEEM STRANGE TO ME. WHEN IANALYZED THE ROOMAGAIN IT WASABUSTLING, FUTURISTIC METROPOLIS. ITAPPEARED VERY LARGEAND VERYALIEN, WITH SHINING CHROMEAND FLASHING LIGHTS EVERYWHERE. I BEGAN TO FEEL DISCOMFORTAND THE STRONG URGE TO URINATE SIMULTANEOUSLY. I STAGGERED INTO THE BATHROOMAND VOMITED IN THE CLOSEST
NAOMI FISHER
Drawings made from 19xx - 2015
SHAUN MOTSI
Evanescence Lyric (Weight of the world), 2015
CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN
Watching Dolphins, 2015
PAUL BARSCH
egunngunn hypersleep, 2014-15
ANTOINE RENARD
FUCKED UP COUCH, 2015
ANTOINE RENARD
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, 2015
ANTOINE RENARD
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, 2015
SHAUN MOTSI
Evanescence Lyric (Weight of the world), 2015
EDWARD SHENK
LUANN, 2015
ANNTHONY SALVADOR
Untitled (Reliquary), 2015
GREGOIRE BLUNT & EMMY SKENSVED
, 2015
MIRAK JAMAL
“buncha soldiers, pen on paper, Minsk, USSR, 1984”, 2015
MIRAK JAMAL
“buncha soldiers, pen on paper, Minsk, USSR, 1984”, 2015
HANNAH HEILMANN
Pallet, 2014-15
SANTIAGO TACCETTI
No se metan con mi concha: La Lora (Fender/Gender/Bender), 2015
SANTIAGO TACCETTI
No se metan con mi concha: La Lora (Fender/Gender/Bender), 2015
HANNAH HEILMANN
Landscape, 2015
MAX RUF
untitled (black lines, white ground, grey), 2015
SANDRA VAKA OLSEN
Untitled, 2015
IVANA BASIC
Ungrounding, 2014
ANTOINE RENARD
XS23(CriminalDamage), 2015
YVES SCHERER
Birds, 2015
CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN
eventually lifting Ai off the ground as Ai open jaws moved ever downward, 2015
DOROTA GAWEDA
topical landscape disambiguation, 2015
TORE WALLERT
Balcony, 2015
ANNE FELLNER
Bird, 2015
HANNAH HEILMANN
Pallet, 2014-15
WINDOWLICKER
WINDOWLICKER
Exhibition April 30—June 14, 2015
PAUL BARSCH ⩙ VANA BASIC ⩙ GREGOIRE BLUNT ⩙ CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN ⩙ ANNE FELLNER ⩙ NAOMI
FISHER ⩙ DOROTA GAWEDA ⩙ HANNAH HEILMANN ⩙ MIRAK JAMAL ⩙ ILJA KARILAMPI ⩙ SANDRA VAKA OLSEN
⩙ SANTIAGO TACCETTI ⩙ SHAUN MOTSI ⩙ ANTOINE RENARD ⩙ MAX RUF ⩙ ANTHONY SALVADOR ⩙ YVES SCHERER
⩙ EDWARD SHENK ⩙ EMMY SKENSVED ⩙ TORE WALLERT
WHEN I WAS 18, I WAS INASTRANGE PLACE IN THE WORLD. I WAS HOMELESS, PENNILESSAND WITH NO REALAMBITION TO PULL MYSELF OUT OF THE GUTTER.ALTHOUGH I WAS WITHOUT THE BASIC NECESSITIES OF FOODAND SHELTER, I HADASTEADY SUPPLY OF
DRUGS THAT WERE DISPENSED, I SUPPOSE, OUT OF SYMPATHY BY MANY OF MY FRIENDS. I WENT TO SLEEP HUNGRYAND COLD EVERY NIGHT, BUT NEVER SOBER. ONE EVENING, BEFORE I LEFTAPARTY TO HIT THE STREETS TO FINDABROOM CLOSET OR STAIRWELL
TO LAY MY HEAD, I GUY I BARELY KNEW GAVE MEALARGE FREEZER BAG FULL OF BROWN SPIKEY PODS. WHATARE THESE? ‘’JIMSON
WEED. THE SEEDS WILL MAKE YOU TRIP. MAYBE YOU CAN SELLTHEM. I DON‘T WANT THEM.’’ HE TOLD ME TO SPLIT THE POD OPENAND
EAT HALF OF THE SEEDS IF I REALLY WANTED TO TRIP HARD. TO ME THAT MEANT EAT THE WHOLE POD SINCE IALWAYS FOUND ‘RECOMMENDED’ DOSAGES TO BE UNSATISFYING. I CHOSE NOT TO DOSE THAT NIGHT, SINCE I WASALREADY TIREDANDAFRAID I MIGHT FALL
ASLEEP BEFORE THE TRIP KICKED IN. I SLEPT INABUILDING GUTTED BYAFIREAFEW YEARS BEFOREAND THE FREEZING NOVEMBER
AIR WOKE ME JUST BEFORE DAWN. I GOT UPAND WALKED INTO TOWN TO RAISE MY BODY TEMPERATUREANDAVOID HYPOTHERMIA
(THIS WAS MY DAILY MORNING RITUAL). OBVIOUSLY, 5AM INASMALL CITY OFFERS VERY LITTLE IN TERMS OF RECREATION, SO I DECIDED
IT WAS THE RIGHT TIME TO OPEN THE DOOR OF PERCEPTIONAND BEGAN MY DAY WITHAPSYCHEDELIC BREAKFAST. I CHOSE THE
LARGEST POD IN THE BAG, WHICH WASALSO THE DARKEST IN COLOR (I WAS TOLDAFTERWARD THE MOST POTENT SEEDSARE THE
DEEPEST BROWN). THE SEEDS WERE TERRIBLY BITTERAND MANY OF THE SHELLS GOT STUCK IN MY TEETH. I MANAGED TO FINISH THE
ENTIRE POD WITHALITTLE HELP FROMAPUBLIC WATER FOUNTAIN. I WATCHEDABEAUTIFUL SUNRISE FROM THE ROOF OFANAPARTMENT BUILDING, CONSTANTLY WAITING FOR THE EFFECTS OF THE JIMSON WEED TO TAKE EFFECT. I CAN‘T SAY HOW LONG I SAT UNTIL
THE SEEDS STARTED WORKING, BUT THE FIRST NOTICABLE SIGNS CAME IN THE FORM OF EXTREME THIRSTAND GENERAL PHYSICAL
DISCOMFORT. FINDING THE FEELINGS OF SEEMING DEHYDRATION TOO STRONG TO IGNORE, I WENT TOANEARBY MCDONALD‘S FOR
FREE ICE WATER. IT MUST HAVE BEENAFTER 9 BECAUSE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE RESTRAUNT WERE OLD GUYS GETTING FREE
REFILLS ON SENIOR CITIZEN-DISCOUNTED COFFEE. I SAT INABOOTH IN THE BACK CORNER, SIPPING WATER THROUGHACRACKED
STRAW, WATCHING THE THIRSTY ELDERLY REDNECK PARADE. IT DIDN‘T TAKE LONG FOR ME TO REALIZE I WAS ENTERING INTOAVERY
HALLUCINAGENIC TRIP. THE FACT THAT I HADN‘T EATENAREAL MEAL INAWEEKAND I WAS SLEEP DEPRIVED PROBABLYADDED TO THE
DRUG‘S INTENSITY, BUT I CAN‘T IMAGINEABIG DINNERANDAFULL 8 HOURS WOULD HAVE MADE TOO MUCH OFADIFFERENCE. UNLIKE
THE ONSET OFAN E ORACID TRIP, MY MENTAL STATE WAS VERY COMFORTABLE BUT MY PHYSICAL CONDITION FELT QUITE UNHEALTHY.
THE HEAVY SENSE OF INEBRIATION WAS QUICKLY FOLLOWED BY POWERFUL, DISORIENTING VISUALS. THOUGH THEY WEREN‘T DISTURBING, THEY SEEMEDAS CLEARAS SUNLIGHT. BLACK CATS MILLEDABOUT THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF ME, SO NUMEROUS I COULDN‘T
EVEN SEE THE TILE. THEYAPPEARED WETANDANGRY. THERE WAS DEEP CRIMSON BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THE CEILING. EVERYTHING
WAS TECHNICOLOR. THE SENSE OF DETACHMENT WAS STONG, BUT IT DIDN‘T FEEL STRANGE. EACH HALLUCINATION FLOWED INTO
THE NEXT. I WAS HOLDINGAVERY OLD BIBLE IN MY LAP. I COULDN‘T FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN IT. SOON IT STARTED TO LEAK BLOOD,
TOO. THE MORE I STRUGGLED, THE MORE IT BLED.AS SOONAS I REALIZED MY EFFORTS 4 WERE FUTILE, THE BOOK MATERIALIZED INTO
THEAIRAROUND ME. IT DIDN‘T SEEM STRANGE TO ME. WHEN IANALYZED THE ROOMAGAIN IT WASABUSTLING, FUTURISTIC METROPOLIS. ITAPPEARED VERY LARGEAND VERYALIEN, WITH SHINING CHROMEAND FLASHING LIGHTS EVERYWHERE. I BEGAN TO FEEL DISCOMFORTAND THE STRONG URGE TO URINATE SIMULTANEOUSLY. I STAGGERED INTO THE BATHROOMAND VOMITED IN THE CLOSEST
URINAL, RIGHT IN FRONT OFANAMISH MAN. NOW I LIVE IN SOUTH CENTRAL PENNSYLVANIA, SO IT‘S VERY POSSIBLE THAT HE WAS REALLY THERE, BUT CONSIDERING MY STATEAND OTHER PEOPLE‘SACCOUNTS OF DATURA-INDUCED VISUALS, I SUSPECT HE WAS JUSTA
HALLUCINATION. I DO KNOW THAT I RELIEVED MYSELF SOMEWHERE IN THE BATHROOMAND LEFT THROUGH THE SIDE EXITADJACENT
TO THE LAVRATORY DOOR. THE STREET OUTSIDE WASASCENE OF WWII-RAVAGED EUROPE. I DON‘T KNOW WHICH COUNTRY, BUT
EVERYONE ON THE STREET WAS GARBED IN NAZI MILITARY UNIFORM. I FELT VERY THREATENED. I RAN INTO THEALLEY BEHIND THE
PARKING LOTAND HID BEHINDAPINE TREE. THEANXIETY SOON EBBED, BUT THE THIRSTAND NEED TO URINATE RETURNED. I KNEW I
NEEDEDACOMFORT ZONE,APLACE I COULD RELAX IN.AFRIEND LIVED NEARBY. I WALKED TO HISAPARTMENT COMPLEXAND STOOD
IN FRONT OF THE STAIRWELL. THE SAME CRIMSON BLOOD FROM THE MCDONALD‘S WAS CASCADING DOWN THE STEPS. IT BEGAN
TO RISE OVER MY SHOES, UP MY LEGS.AHEAVY SENSE OF VERTIGO CAME OVER ME. THERE‘SAMEMORY GAP BETWEEN THE STAIRS
AND MY FRIENDSAPARTMENT, BUT I ENDED UP ON HIS COUCH WATCHING DOLPHINS DIVE THROUGH THE WALL INASEAMLESS LOOP.
DURING MY TIME THERE, I EXPERIENCED THE TYPICAL NON-EXISTENT CIGARETTE SEARCHAND THE DISAPPEARING PERSON PUZZLE.
I VISITED THE BATHROOM MANY TIMES, BUT ELIMINATED VERY LITTLE. THE SENSE OF DEHY- DRATION WAS UNBEARABLE! THERE WAS
NO COMFORT. I DIDN‘T RECOGNIZE THE PEOPLE IN THE ROOM. IASKED THE PERSON CLOSEST TO ME WHERE BILL WAS. ‘’BILL’S NOT
HERE’’ ,WAS THE RETURN. I CLOSED MY EYES TO ESCAPE THE GROWING SENSE OF PANIC. BUT WHEN MY EYELIDS SHUT,ALL I SAW
WASANEW ROOM WITH NEW PEOPLE. WHERE WAS I? I TRIED TO REOPEN MY EYES, BUT IT ONLY REVEALEDANOTHER ROOM WITH YET
MORE STRANGERS. THIS WENT ONAND ON. I DIDN’T KNOW IF MY EYES WERE OPEN OR SHUT. I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE I WAS, WHAT TIME
IT WAS OR WHAT WAS HAPPENING. MY PANIC TURNED INTO SENSORY COLLAPSE. EVERY THING BLED TOGETHERAND I FELTADEEP
SPIRALING SENSATION ENGULF ME. I LOSTALL VISUAL CAPABILITIES, BUT I STILL HADAVERY REAL SENSE OF TOUCH. I WAS TRAPPED
INASMALL METALIC BOX. IT MADE PERFECT SENSE TO ME. I WAS DEAD. THIS WAS HELL. THERE WERE NO DEMONS, NO HELLFIRE
OR BRIMSTONE, JUSTADEEP, COMPLETE FEELING OF DARKNESSAND HOPELESSNESS. IF THE EXECUTION FAILS TO LIVE UP TO THE
PROMISE, IT’S HARD NOT TOADMIRE THEAMBITION TOAT LEAST CREATE SOMETHING DIFFERENT. 6 37 WAS THE NEVER-ENDING VOID.
NOTATALL HOW I HAD IMAGINED IT, BUT WORSE THAN I THOUGHT THAT IT COULD HAVE BEEN. I’VE HAD FEELINGS OF INFINITE EMOTION ONACID TRIPSAND SENSATIONS OF UNIVERSALTRUTH IN K-HOLES, BUT THIS WAS THE MOST PROFOUND REALITY I HAD EVER
EXPERIENCED. MY WHOLE EXISTENCE WAS PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE,AND I WAS BEING PUNISHED FOR WASTING THE GIFT OF LIFE. I
BLACKED OUTAT SOME POINT IN THE BOX. DARKAND HOPELESS HELL BY: TEK22 DOSE: 1 ORAL BODYWEIGHT: 170 LB EXP.YEAR: 1998
AGE: 18 GENDER: MALE (Antoine Renard, Oh Rats! It’s Deceiving! BDP 2013)
ORGANIZED BY CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN ⩙ ANTOINE RENARD ⩙ ANNA FROST
http://www.center-berlin.info/ — Center Kurfürstenstraße 174 , 10785 Berlin
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2. IVANA BASIC
Ungrounding, 2014
wax, silicon, linoleum
30 x 50 cm
3. GREGOIRE BLUNT
& EMMY SKENSVED, 2015
Styrofoam coolers, UV cold cathodes,
polyethylene containers, ice, hibiscus,
cilantro, lime, orange, beet, tequila &
psilocybin mushrooms in plastic bag
90 x 40 x 45 cm
4. CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN
eventually lifting Ai off the ground as Ai
open jaws moved ever downward, 2015
Two half 3D print shoes
25 x 23 cm
5. CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN
Watching Dolphins, 2015
7 posters printed on paper, Tk22* blend
84,1 x 118,9 cm
*Tk22, 2015
Saliva, methylcellulose, silicone, body butter
Vanilla, IPL gel
6. CLEMENCE DE LA TOUR DU PIN
Untitled, 2015
Digital print Study_for_embroidery_I
on steel plate, dirty towel
90 x 130 cm
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1. PAUL BARSCH
egunngunn hypersleep, 2014-15
Hydrografics carbon coating,
wooden sculptures, metal plinths
100 x 94 x 32 cm
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10. DOROTA GAWEDA
topical landscape disambiguation, 2015
2 slime mold colonies, oats, AgarAgar 1,5%
Dimensions variable
20. SHAUN MOTSI
Visualize -> Actualize (The secret), 2015
3D powder prints,chain, hardware
Dimensions variable
11. HANNAH HEILMANN
Landscape, 2015
Found material, paint medium, oasis,
paint, lacker, pencil, glass, beads
73 x 39 cm
21. ANTOINE RENARD
FUCKED UP COUCH, 2015
indoor culture in a couch, various studio trash,
Datura pods, dirt, electrical system with LED
Grow Light, fan, couch, water and fertilizer
12. HANNAH HEILMANN
Pallet, 2014-15
Duvet, Facebook suit (print on silk,
synthetic ruffle, velcro)
22. ANTOINE RENARD
XS23(CriminalDamage) , 2015
T-shirt, dirt, resin, metal wire
13. MIRAK JAMAL
“buncha soldiers, pen on paper, Minsk,
USSR, 1984”, 2015
print transfer, spraypaint, screws, plaster
board, artist frame
50 x 50 cm
14. MIRAK JAMAL
“still life, pen on paper, Minsk, USSR,
1984”, 2015
print transfer, spraypaint, screws, rope,
limestone brick, wood, plaster board
60 x 240 cm
15. ILJA KARILAMPI
By being there by being not there, 2015
soundpiece at opening event
16. SANDRA VAKA OLSEN
Untitled, 2015
Melted sunglasses engravings, epoxy
25. ANTOINE RENARD
Share your brain waves, 2015
Various studio trash, expanded foam
24. ANTOINE RENARD
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, 2014
panoramic video mounted on VR headset.
7min 34s
25. MAX RUF
untitled (black lines, white ground, grey), 2015
oil on canvas
150x100 cm
26. ANTHONY SALVADOR
Untitled (Reliquary), 2015
3d crystal, aluminum rails, suction cups,
perforated vinyl print
27. YVES SCHERER
Birds, 2015
Cardboard, faux fur, acrylic paint, fabric
Dimensions Variable
1:2
7. ANNE FELLNER
Bird, 2015
Oil on canvas
70 x 45 cm
17. SANTIAGO TACCETTI
No se metan con mi concha: La Lora
(Fender/Gender/Bender), 2015
80’s Vinyl stickers from Argentinean
car tuning culture on car windows and
throughout gallery space
Dimensions variable
8. ANNE FELLNER
Swans, 2015
Oil on canvas
24 x 35 cm
18. SHAUN MOTSI
Evanescence Lyric (Weight of the world), 2015
Glass, foam, iron oxide, chain, hardware
80 x 80 x 50 cm
29. EDWARD SHENK
LUANN
Digital print
100 x 50 cm
9. NAOMI FISHER
Drawings made from 19xx - 2015
Acryllic paint on paper and canvas
19. SHAUN MOTSI
Visualize -> Actualize (Wake up and smell
the profit), 2015
3D powder prints, chain, hardware
Dimensions variable
30. TORE WALLERT
Balcony
Carpet, acrylic glass, silicone
Dimensions variable
28. YVES SCHERER
Birds, 2015
Cardboard, faux fur, acrylic paint, fabric
Dimensions variable
2:2
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