Congratulations (2026)
is composed of 6 handmade and dyed T-Shirts, with a red “Congratulations” lettering printed on each of them.
80x80cm
plywood, nails, cotton t-shirts
Exhibited at @zkmkarlsruhe as part of the 26Grad graduation show group exhibition @hfg_ka
Documentation by @dakang0804
Das T-Shirt als KostĂĽm
Workshop (2026) @jungesntm
T-Shirts sind eine der simpelsten Formen, um Informationen über sich selbst preiszugeben. Sei es der schwarze Sweater mit der Aufschrift „SECURITY“, das Band-Shirt, das zeigt, auf welchem Konzert du das letzte Mal warst, oder das Logo des Theaterprojekts, bei dem du mitwirkst.
Inwiefern können wir Worte nutzen, um Kostüme zu gestalten?
17.-18.03.2026
Every day is a trial not to make the same mistake twice, and tomorrow is another trial. I’m sitting in a creative exile, exiled from any thoughts, forming sentences, leading to stories, printed on a stack of paper, kindly being sold in favour of raising the number before the comma on my banking app. Currently we’re at two digits before the comma, and I’m awaiting a big ATM fee from the airport. The airport ATM was unfortunately a mistake I made twice, which is why now judgement is upon me.
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As part of group exhibition by @monday.l.everson at @hajdefoundation Pristina
“Born Again Spineless”
a research performance by Tim Bartel
Friday 9 January
7—9.30PM
The performance starts at 8PM
Dijktheater
Da Costakade 160
1053XD Amsterdam
How can language on bodies affect the way we behave and navigate space in relation to others? And what happens to language, when it is attached to a persons body with their own agencies?
Anne Carson describes words as “having edges”, some spoken words have almost none or their edges only become visible when they get paired with another word to rub against.
How can language on bodies affect the way we behave and navigate space in relation to others? And what happens to language, when it is attached to a persons body with their own agencies?
The modular poem “Born Again Spineless” is an ongoing poem spread across interlinked fragments, shifting between observations on cultural signifiers and blunt diary-like oversharing, hunting down an irrational obsession with meaning in a world of replicas, cyclical thoughts and white lies.
The poem is spread and performed through 50 T-Shirts, worn by the audience, moving through space.
This performance is the first in a series of artistic research spanning performances, workshops, exhibitions, and essays exploring the graphic t-shirt as a storyteller, gathered in a publication with and for Ryder books.
For the evening, Ryder Bar will be opened to serve drinks.
LET ME SEE (c) THE SUN
2025
There is this one single piece of clothing that you could never obtain but you’re sure it would complete your life.
Signalling the right messages to the right people, giving your body the shape you always wanted it to have and making your parents roll their eyes if they’d ever see you in it.
Financially never stable enough, you’ve been buying the wrong size, the wrong colour or dupes. Slowly over time creeping closer and closer, but always an adjacent estimation, never the one you really want. You added tag words to your vinted account that set off a notification on your phone. Your alarm goes off: It’s an extra small, and it’s overpriced. Ugh, who put me in a body like this, you ask yourself and look at your dog sitting on your lap licking your wrist. Smiling at you, it’s the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.
Quit saving for cashmere, it’s not happening.
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You’re hurrying to work on a rainy Tuesday. Taking a left turn too tightly you bump into a stranger, knocking their hat onto the ground. You never looked at their face, but the hat said a single word that kind of threw you off. Walking on, you suddenly see it everywhere: The bus driver, three identically dressed teenagers standing around, the construction worker that gives you a lighter for your cigarette, … Your cold fingers google the word and add “cap hat blck”, your phone shows you an infinite row of black hats. They are all versions of each other. Each one a slight iteration of the one to the left. Each one around 100 euros. You add “the one…” in front of your search query and the same hats as previously appear. When searching that word with “cap hat black fake” all shown hats are suddenly the same but all their owners are individuals like me, just trying to be taken seriously in expressing themselves.
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With the metal hook of the clothing hanger firmly in your hand, you are holding up a grey sweater, bearing a very ambiguous sentence, to your chest. You signal to your friend, standing at another rack to comment on it. With a frown and a slight smile they say: “You sure? That’s so not you.”
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excerpts from exhibition text with @jony.bl
Photos: @florianknoebl
