EXHIBITION / TENTOONSTELLING / EXPOSITION
31.01.26 – 29.03.26

 Some Mesures & Analyses

Reflect space through the point of an object: unfolds in reverse on the other side, hits the walls there like a shadow. Repeat the process: reflect thisthis space through the object. The object becomes condensed space in itself, spaces staggered and stacked. And so the spacepiece, roomthing stands there, coreless, vacant, a gaping hatch, yet charged to the brim. With space! A static, starless 

constellation; perhaps a small-scale model of a private room, of one’s favourite piece of furniture. One imagines it might itself receive something like its double as content. A crumpled-up page from an auction catalogue; a stillborn Christ.

Consider counting. One two three,, two, one. A human relies on tapping things. Percuss the chaos. What emerges is a rhythm, a movement. It can be strained, almost inverted, as if it were trapped between the tied up hands of the dullest of all mantlepiece clocks. Then accelerate all of a 

sudden, like a ribcage that snaps after yearlong nightlong tensions from within the chest. Time is not passing, time consists of intensities. When the idea of time infuses an object, it can go two ways: either the object is charged with meaning, a significant timepiece, or it refers to nothing but its own coherence, a timepiece like a piece of time, a careful composition of screws. 

A.T.