💧♥ቆDialoguesWithTheShadowቆ♥💧
🌒 Thank you
@caoyixiao for letting us being part of this very cool group show at Jhuo Art Center, Chengdu 🌖
Three works of ours were shown there until yesterday💖: our blue figure back from
@oakvillegalleries , the video “I left something in the woods” with music-score by
@___decha__ , and “Pandemonium”, a video-poem originally produced for the group-show
@theparkaslover , curated by
@die_mensch_maschine .
All artists involved:
@konradweichs @yusanlu @_shiyi213_ @pei_jitong @w_mowon @yeziyezilin @meiixiinyii @hedda_roman
The exhibition ran from 10.25–11.24 🌱
Thank you to everyone for having made this possible! 💅
(…)
Something awoke.
A sudden rustle against the carpet broke the silence: the rose curtain
fell, and with it, your blinding skin, now dimming down, withering
away in my childhood bedroom. In fear, I rose. At my feet, I felt with
my toes the riverbed of your veins.
A searing pain emanated from my eyes, in a frantic reflection i saw
eyes within eyes, within eyes, trapped opposing poles, rotating in
cascades of shrouded visions. That pain was so immense that it took
shape, grew, and shattered the walls of my home.
Words overdosed and ’Love’ was left redundant.
The last thought I remembered was a wish to think of something
else. Was it the corner of my room, still, the axes of my ceiling roof?
All cyclones struck at once, it seemed. My window, the cabinet, my
desk, the chair, pencils, photographs, books, notes, and keys:
all vanished, just like the rest – lashes, breasts, touch, senses,
arms and legs, a strand of your hair, a ring bereft of its finger.
Your silver blouse. Pour Ions. Perhaps a nameless spirit remained.
Something saw the ’I’ frozen in a puddle and smiled upon its freedom.
It flew away, only to realize that its unboundedness meant boredom.
In shock, it clouded and forever mingled among the clouds. It stared
into the atmosphere in silence, and couldn’t cry about an impossible
escape.
The world was gone.
(…)
Slide 7-8 📸
@kaiwernerschmidt 
