Fette, like the party? No.

Gestures of note, the vertiginous sameness/difference of (...)

𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔴 𝔐𝔢 👻📚👻📚👻📚🎶 Here, this liturgical gesture of typing and swiping—like pretending that someone is holding my hand to stroke my own face, in the same breath it takes to tell you that the library at @galerija.mk opened last week. It was such a delight of books flying off the shelves while we gave each other communion via @hanja_delights offerings. Thank you for this dear evening 🤲🏻 And now from tomorrow and until May 25th, I'll be there every Wednesdays and Saturdays between 12 and 8pm. There will be new titles to borrow and more stories to tell 💦💦💦🎶 Progress is a cult and technology is a matter of faith. Is there still a meaningful difference between virtual and physical interactions? What is mysticism under the convergence of technology and governance reengineering everyday life? For the next three weeks I'll be researching and discussing the topics of devotion, obsession and devotion. A triptych encompassing iconography and the sacramental, leakage and the horny and the cultural and ideological infrastructures that normalise technology’s power. Join me to examine the visible and the invisible, self-abandonment and love, the irresistible gifts of techno-facism, the relentless upgrades towards self-optimisation, and to question the means with which images lend a tireless ear to the feverish ramblings of existence

When @fettesans asked us to contribute to the opening of the Library at @galerija.mk on the topic of devotion, idolatry and obsession, we had no doubt. Popcorn. "We spent our childhood summers obsessed with books, sometimes even going to the library twice a day, finishing a book each time. We’d often stay at our grandparents’ house, just outside the city: green, open, surrounded by fields and forest, a place that felt like freedom. Grandma always made popcorn for us, sometimes in multiple batches. It became a staple, something we’ve stayed obsessed with ever since. Now we play with it ourselves, experimenting with flavors and even colors. Today, they sit on the table like a book. Enjoy reading. Enjoy eating." Four flavours, four colours: white salt tumeric paprika caramel This was incredibly fun to make and arrange. Visit Fette's Library throughout May, borrow some books, talk, print. Thank you for supporting our obsession, Fette. 🍿♥️

The first of two 2026 editions of the Open Studio program brings a temporary transformation of GMK through a process-oriented artistic residency. Join us next Tuesday, April 28th, from 6pm to 9pm, at GMK for the opening of the programme! Fette Sans is a conceptual artist whose films, performances, writings, and installations explore how reality and desire are mediated by images, particularly via screens – what do the residues of an image look like? What constitutes a memory? With her practice, she explores the condition of being and belonging, the relationships between labor, gender, and the image, and the evolution of these notions under capitalism. Between April 28th and May 25th, she will convert GMK into a free and open library – a place for conversations on the topics of devotion, idolatry and obsession, a place to borrow books and to print the ones we can’t afford, the lost ones, the ones to gift a lover, adorned with notes and drawings made just for them. Drop by GMK to meet Fette on Wednesdays and Saturdays in May – stay tuned for more info! - The program is supported by the Ministry of Culture and Media of the Republic of Croatia and the City of Zagreb.

"Medusa's petrifying gaze is much more complicated than I thought as a kid," 👁️👁️👁️ There's a tag on my tumblr (😈) that reads #oculolinctus where I un-frequently archive matters of the eye. A place where I'll eventually make a post about finding out that the verb enucleate—the act of removing the nucleus/pit of a fruit/eye, has its origin in the act of explaining, made clear, evident Or to take out the eye/I and become filled with a new sense of affirmation, être rempli/filled (again) by the gaze of abjection

Gestures, spells and sculptures of note Im thinking of this Modest Mouse song, 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 (𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴) We'd listen to it on repeat when Clay was driving me from LA back to his house, the 405 freeway only the sea because I wanted it Pleasure isn't the opposite of grief, pleasure is grief moving through the flesh underneath the knots, resisting and refusing violence, a flood of its own

My grand-mother Nanou and I, March 1988 And how happy I look on this picture taken by my dad, so I made it say what was already in my heart then In a few weeks I'll take over @galerija.mk in Zagreb, turning it into a free and open library in progress, a place for conversations on the topics of devotion, idolatry and obsession, a place to borrow books and to print the ones we can't afford, the lost ones, the ones to gift a lover, adorned with notes and drawings made just for them Come visit me and if you know how to ask, I'll even read to you out loud You often see that John Waters line about going to someone's home and them not having books and it's often misquoted when what he talks about is withholding yourself until you've shown a lover your own desire through the books you carry trouble for So I'll close this with Sherman Alexie who spoke these words in Baltimore on September 24, 2011: "Rich people who don't read are assholes and poor people who don't read are fucked."

Smokers, part II Against immortality, or which life choices enforce the idea that your exhaustion is a sign of your integrity?

Don't ask me, I only smoke inside On Kawara's smoking room 🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬 At the request of Shumon 🎀 twenty film stills from La Reprise (Dérive) (from 1 to 300) of people smoking. And if you know me, you know how I love to watch (to film) people smoke and how much I love that people smoke while watching my film 1. 🚬 26 2. 🚬 157 3. 🚬 148 4. 🚬 217 5. 🚬 300 6. 🚬 184 7. 🚬 152 8. 🚬 122 9. 🚬 149 10.🚬 102 11.🚬 42 12.🚬 181 13.🚬 173 14.🚬 228 15.🚬 259 16.🚬 270 17.🚬 274 18.🚬 281 19.🚬 287 20.🚬260

300 minutes of La Reprise (Dérive) or how I've been working on this film for almost six years and this thing only lets me give twenty tags when everything is so full of everyone 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"I intend to outlive you," is an ongoing attempt as performance to put to rest (kill) the adage "work life balance" via the cursed character of the reclining woman 💅🏼🔥🤡🔥🤳🏼🪓 Nothing has had a better career these past twenty years than the everyday Where will I find your body by proxy? Someone said ‘butadiene,’ and I heard beauty dying "as someone distrustful of personal writing," Yes, at this moment, I am only myself What does it feel like to be written about so intimately? It seemed that people wanted a curated version of real life more than they wanted another life entirely — everything in the abundance of the now of capitalism There is no real world / there is only augmented reality (emotions are real and my self is cinematic) screens as scrying mirrors I am not afraid of repetitions I am not a painter (William Henry Fox Talbot called the results of his photographic process ‘photogenic drawings’)

Terroir into lunoir 🌑⚙️🌕⛓️⛓️💦