Gandom Akbari
Bloody November
The condition of the artists in Islamic countries
Graffiti: Kurdish slogan;
women life freedom





Bloody November
The condition of the artists in Islamic countries
Graffiti: Kurdish slogan;
women life freedom





Magic Curtain The curtain enhances the desertedness of the space. “Obviously somebody tried to make themselves at home“, the driver sadly thinks while passing by. I found this mythical quote in Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, 1972: „When you look at the curtain, you are overcome with a deep sense of happiness, but…
Asya Birsel and Robert Selim Hill The all-wind gravedigger “Well… the sea does what it wants. They may have all died together, on the same day or night, but the sea probably spat them out in disorder… The sea is like that…You know, my problem is plastic sheeting… I never have enough for all the corpses…”from an interview…
Morph Words that will never be saidEchoes of a soulInevitable FateWhat needs to come to lightThe time has comeA costructive deconstructionRuinsRemainsLeftovers, what left is overWhat left behindUnloadingI am not who I was beforeWhere I was, before I come hereWhat never wasMy broken trust and my stubborn heartA hoveringAn exodus from the vertical axisA fallA recoveryThe…
sophisticated perpendicular catapult showroom When waterfalls are observed in a daydreaming mood and we seebutterflies over northern summer fields, when our hippie dreams not cometrue and all seems that we need a space full of lignite, then Supersportcomes in place. Boom chaka la , I felt like exploring the place with themeans of my body…
The room invites you with ample seating. Images are pasted over a history of graphical expressions: a panda, Norman Fell (again and again), lewd papayas, Don Knotts (too much, but why resist?), a monkey wearing a cowboy hat, chihuahuas, more lewd papayas, eggs, eggs, eggs (what a luxury!!). In the frame of a window: a…
Guilding Abandoned Insect Nests As we explored the burnt down, abandoned Psiloritis building, I discovered what looked like small balls of clay thrown on the wall: sand-coloured, mysterious blobs fixed in corners high up on walls and against the ceiling. My curiosity was piqued and when I got up close I realized they were abandoned…
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