Avec Alice Payan (master MULTI), Ariane Kiks, Léa Mainguy, Mélodie Sylvestre, Pauline Baudoux, Zélie Péguillan (alumni master MULTI)

Curation: Zélie Péguillan & Mélodie Sylvestre

Vernissage le 28/03 de 18h à 21h
Lecture par Indigo Deijmann à 19h
Buffet et cocktail par la chef Emilie Aminata Cupelin (master Food Design)

Exposition du 28/29/30 mars de 13h à 18h
Rue de l'Indépendance 204, 1080 Molenbeek

Every object in the room is a machinery of desires, graces and seduction. Everything so fragile. Commodities gased up on a magic that’s blue, orange, pink, pixelated as an incipient memory. I don't want to move since the inside of my body is made of glass, laying still in my bed: if your brightness could penetrate my veins, all the reflections would be like a festival tearing the night apart inside of me. I feel cold, so close.

Yet you are, as I am. You are dead, on stage, away, on screen, alive. I am one of the shadows you carry everywhere, everytime you’re seen on an image. We are an army, a single body that is your body. We’ve build reliquaries, weapons, cities, prayers all because of you. You shaped us as we are shaping you back, we are together, adrift in a sea of authorless anthems.

And I can’t help but feeling strong and sad, the strongest person in the world. Your picture is fading away as if the screen or the film was burning. A shrine of flashing lights blinding us all in bliss. I fall, disapearing at last in some haute couture sunrise, a choir of angels chanting all of your songs, all melted in one drone-like spiritual. As Norma said, “you don’t yell at a sleepwalker, he may fall and break his neck”. On the boulevard, addicts stumble, bearing bodies too terrestrial. 

Texte d’exposition: Paul Perrucon
Graphisme affiche: Sofie van Geit