PROTO GALLERY SYSTEMS

PROTO GALLERY SYSTEMS FUNCTIONS AS A NOMADIC TOOL THAT, THROUGH PRACTICE, EXPLORES NEW APPROACHES TO COLLECTIVE CREATION AND CURATION - IT GIVES SPACE TO EXPERIMENT WITH THE IMPLEMENTATION OF COMPLEX ARTISTIC OUTPUTS AND THEIR SUBSEQUENT PRESENTATIONS. THE MOST RECENT SERIES - CLUELESS AGENCY - NONLINEARLY DEVELOPS A STORY INSPIRED BY THE GENRE OF DETECTIVE NOVELS. IN AN ATTEMPT TO ARTICULATE THE RELATIONSHIP TO CHAOS, AND ITS INFLUENCE ON THE SOCIO-CULTURAL PERCEPTION OF REALITY.

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20_04_2024
20_04_2024

Laichter House
Prague (CZ)

PGS
Adam Žufníček
Adrian Altman
Anne de Vries
Elena Pecenová
Jakub Hájek & František Hanousek
Jan Olt
Ludwig Wandinger
Matyáš Maláč
Nela Britaňáková
Olbram Pavlíček
Paul Barsch
Robuche
Vojtěch Novák

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Proto Gallery Systems functions as a nomadic tool that, through practice, explores new approaches to collective creation and curation; it gives space to experiment with the implementation of complex artistic outputs and their subsequent presentations. The most recent series, titled Clueless Agency, nonlinearly develops a story inspired by the genre of detective novels, in an attempt to articulate the relationship to chaos and its influence on the socio-cultural perception of reality.

The following documentation captures a one-day, off-site show and a performance that took place at a former publishing house in Prague, Czech Republic. This performative event served as a symbolic point of closure for a string of shows that developed over time as a part of the Clueless Agency series. However, it was an ending that did not simply look back but also rushed forward: Entering the house, visitors were invited up the squeaking stairs to join a young/old lady in her curious cartomancy. Forced to pass through the raging buzz of a ghostly drone darting around the stairwell, they sat down at her table as she offered them a cup of tea, apparently sweetened by the squirming contents of an antique porcelain sugar bowl. Photographs scattered across the table in front of her presented them with a spatial and temporal confusion: altered, twisted, and technologically fictionalized glimpses of past shows threatened to distort and fracture any definite reminiscence, much like the troubled and fragmented memory of a deranged detective – a figure who lurked in the background of all Clueless Agency productions. Like the recollections held in his confused mind, these photographs extrapolated and twisted the previous exhibition documentations, which were fed into a neural network model and spat out back into the world as weird clones of the project’s past, instantly becoming a no-less real part of the story – the full extent of which will be published in a forthcoming book in which all “cases,” including the “stair-case,” come together.

Since 2021, the Clueless Agency exhibition series has taken place in a burnt-out hut in the Iron Mountains, in FUTURA Centre for Contemporary Art (Karlin Studios), in the Prison Museum Uničov during UFF 11, at Montez press radio and No Moon in New York, on the board of a half-submerged ocean liner MS Mediterranean Sky in Athens, and at a fusion reactor facility of Tokamak Golem in Prague – with the upcoming shows to take place at the Královice stables.

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Clueless Agency: The Stair Case -Nah …Nobody Home (Ding-Dong Lullaby)

21_11_2024
21_11_2024

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PGS009 Clueless Agency_ The boat is leaking, no one cares (Bottomless Chasm Awaits)

09_04_2022
09_04_2022

Praha (CZE)

SIMONA KOUTNÁ
BCAA SYSTEM
ŠIMON SÝKORA
PGS COLLECTIVE
OLBRAM PAVLÍČEK
MATYÁŠ MALÁČ
VOJTĚCH NOVÁK
JAKUB SCHIKANEDER
JAN ŠERÝCH
CHARLOTTE WEYROTHER MOHR PIEPENHAGEN

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Clueless Agency: Rozkošný most a jiné zpropadené tools

17_07_2021
17_07_2021

Uničov (CZE)

Vladimír Skrepl
Elena Pecenová
Jakub Jansa
Karolína Juříková
Matyáš Maláč
Kristina Fingerland
Olbram Pavlíček
Štěpán Brož
Luděk Šofr
Marios Stamatis
David Střeleček

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I𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰 – 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫? I𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔢𝔴, 𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔢𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰. C𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢. I 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱, 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩. I𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔟𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔰? 𝔑𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨, 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. I 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔪 I 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 – 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 I’𝔪 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔵𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔱, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔢’𝔳𝔢͖ 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔱 ̥̘ ̹͉ ̌ ̪̹̰̜̞̼͑ ͙̼̝͆ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯̝𝔱,𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔴͎𝔦𝔫𝔨.I𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔶̀𝔬𝔲͈̏𝔴𝔬͓𝔫’𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔨̚𝔪͊𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔴͒͝ ̛ ̧̧̟̟͓̞͝ ̇͋͗̾ ̩ ̖̪̖͍̹̮̈́̔͒̐͝ ̲̺̈́͑́̀͑ ̗ ́̀̇̔̂̂̽̚̚ ̜̟͛̾̍̓ ̵̷̸̛̰̣̣̻̫͓͔͙̤̩̺̝́̊́͑̑̋̆̌̈́̔̽̄́̾́̈́̀̓͆͗̽̚̚͝͠ ̛̛͔̖̯͇̯̫̋̂̅͗́̄̒̓̀̎͒̋̅̏̐͐̾͊͌̿́̈́̅̀̉̎͛̑̂̌̇͆̏͛́̑̌͆̓̚̕̚͝͝͝ ̅̐ ͎̎́ ̗̖̅͂̍̕ ̘ ̎ ̈́̾͂ ̴̤̑́̃̕ ̶̴̫̜̾̈́̃̽̄̓̅ 𝔠͂𝔬𝔪͜ ̜𝔢̆𝔪𝔶𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡̙̻̄𝔫̛𝔬̮𝔱́𝔢̀̕𝔰𝔞𝔰͑𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔶𝔬͐𝔲,𝔪̑𝔞͝𝔫𝔫𝔢̀𝔯.F̸̭̏įèl̋ḓ̸nó̴̼̗̐̐̐̀͐͑̚͘t̨es̶̞̋r̴̰̿ë̷̵̺́f̸̀er̵̺̐t̴̻ǒ̢̝͒͒ ̴̶̸̸̶̵̸̵̵̷̴̵̧̢̨̢̛̛̛̜̭̗̮̦̘͇͍͖̘̠̫̞͖̰̘͍̜̳̆̉͂̄̈̾̿̓̊̽̏̐͆̍͒̆̎͆́̈́͂̔͊͗̏̽́̋̄̂͆̃̊̅̈̽͑̓̎̈́͆̓̓̿̓̀̿͐̇͐͛͂̎̓́͐̔́̋̆̃͆͂̋͑̒̂̃͛̑̈́̉́̈̀̀̽̓̚̕̚͘̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ ̶̬̫͓̈̀ ̶̸̷̸̶̸̵̷̨̧̧̢̢̨̡̧̛̛̛̤̜͉͔̲̱̦̬̖̺̲͙̩̻͙̺̜͖͚̬̱̠̜̮̖̙͖̟͎̝̜͍̹̙͔͔̬̩̣̬̞̙̖̞̈̈́̿̑͗̇̐̈̇̀͛͒̋̇̀̉͂́͗͂̏̍̎̓̔̑̆͒̈́̏͊̾͒̓̆̈́͗͒͛̈́̔͌̽̐͊̀̅̄̽̒͊̏̈̌̽͒͒̏̇͑͌̅̄͂̀̈̎͐̍̏̒̽͂͒͗͊͐̆͒͋͛͗͆̐̊̀̎̈́̾̐̋̈́͛͐͘̚̕̚̕̕̚͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ͐̓̑ ̀̓̍͘ ̶̶̫̀̎̎̃̕ ͌̃̈̉̐̎͗̀͘͝ ̈́̽́ ͂͗͑̈̈́̊͘̚ ̴̌͆̏ ̶̵̵̶̛̻̄́̋̐͛̀͛͊̽͆͐̊́͊̕͘̚͝͝ ̶̛̦̍̋̈̈́͗͋̅ ̶̴̶̛̛̱̟͕͎͙̻͓͍͍̮̼̘̀͗̓̌͗͌̔͐̉̿̈́͒̉̅̄̈́͂͆̓͋̋͘̚͝͠͠ ̽ q̶̩̓̄ṵạli̻̼̩̥̭͜t̸̩͆á̼̅̀͋̋̍ţ͒͝ī͆v̗e̵̴̞͊͆ń̷̳o̵̰ţ̓ęš̶̻r̶̺͛e̴̟č̶̙ọŗd̎è̱̄̽̽͆͝d̷̗͓̼̘͖͕͙̂͜͝b̷̼̼̻͈̭̞ẙs̶̨͎̉̌̆c̵̶̬̭͛ie͈̓n̵̩ ̴͈̅ti̩̕s̯t͙͒̃ŝ̫͈ǭ̵̓̊̌͜r̷͕̜͇̼̙̙̪͕͙̥͉̝̯͔͔̈́͒͑͂̽̄͛̽̈́͒r̴͇̜̠̱̺̲̉́͋̆̀͘e̵̋ṡ̶̭e̲á̶̡͍̙̞͚̦̺̣̏r̀ç̷he̫ṙ͝s͑͠í̵̬̞n̠̘͆t̶͈͑̓ẖ̵͉̱͚͈̭̩̖͋̈́̀͘ḙ͇̞̙̘̖̼ ̴̶̷̴̴̶̸̴̷̸̷̧̢̧̢̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̘͈̲̪̦̙̭̥̪̰̻̼͍͈̮̰̹̫̬̹̪̲̰̻͎̱̖̟̥͓̰͈̥̼͕̥̻͓̗͍̹̥͈̰̪͎̫̩̰̮̖̝͖͓͉̭̪̲̞̜̺͉͇́̏̈́̎̅̐̔̈͌̏͗́̊̎̇̉̓͋͆̒́̇̊͂̐͂͛͂͐̎̋́̓͂̀̑̔̃̌̇̽̿̂́̾͗̓̋̅̈́̿́̃͌͑͐̄͐̌͌͆̑̅̎̽̔̄̈́̈́̎̅̏̍̊̂͌̽̍̓̉̾̽̀͋͛́̽́͐̏̓̃͐͋̃̄̑́̃̓͘͘̚̕̚̕͘͘̕̚͘͘͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̶̸̴̴̴̷̶̴̵̷̴̸̷̸̶̵̴̷̷̡̢̢̡̡̨̨̢̛̛̛̭̺̼͖̦͕̭̹̙͖̠̣̤̭̖̤̞̲̰̗͖̯͕͔͔͍͈̙̯͇̞̪̠̟̥͚̰͎̪̹̙̫̣͇̻͓̙͖̯͍̲̼͚͔̬̞̗̭̗͇̣̦̻̹̪̠̯̯̩͈̫̘̜̬̘͚̯̰̰͍̱͔̜̙̤̺͓̦͔̻̫͎͇͔͍̮̳̩̤̭̟͈̮̱̞̈́͒́̌̈́̓̇͋͒̐̈́̏̋̓͋̏͐́̋̇͑͂̔̇͗̏̌͐͑̒̀͑͐͗́͒̆͗̈́̀̋̈́̈́͆̔̈́́́̓̈́́̈́́̌͊̿͗̂̍̔́̎͛̄̈́̀͑͗̍̑͒͂̊͋̽̓̈́̐͒̐͒̆̊́̾̎̋͗̊̉͆̓̏̀͑̓͐́̆͗́̔͌̐̈̇͋̑̓́̃̏͋̋̇͋̄̽͗̅͛͂̿̍̾̓̆̉̐͒́̿̈̀͒̚͘͘͘̚̕̚̕̚̕̕̕̚͘͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ c̶̣ờ͚ṹ͕rṡ͉̻̌ẽ̵̛̯̱̀o̷̬̭f̤̼͔̣̺̄̽̚͜͜f̷̝͔̃͛̕i̷̳̻ȩ̱ld̸̡̗͍̯͓͕̳̼̻̗̻͂̄̓̄r̴̓e̶̼̠s̢ě̴ ā̙̅ṟch̵̸̻̎,d̶̻̰u͎͋̏͛̕͜ř̴iṇ̝g̨o̵̴̦r̶̸̖̼̪̎͑̀̑̋͛͒̂͜͝a̬f̴̤̍͋̑̂̈́tẹ̋r̴̶̦͕̺t̶̨͉h̸e̴͍ìr̴͇ȍ̵̴̘̠b̭s̢͔̤̲̜͕̜̹̦͑́̑̾͒͐́͝e̶ rvä̭ ṯĭǒn̙̥o̴̮̤f̸̧̖͖̝̠̣̬̌͊͗̐͌͗͝a̴͜ ̸̸̵̶̵̷̷̧̨̧̨̭̯̼̩̺͔̠̫̹̳̣͙͈̥͍̱̥̭̘̱͎͎̜̣̼͚̮̭͉̻͇͕͔̖̺̗̥̱͍̙͕̟̩͎̻̉͊͌͂̃̊͂͒̏̒̌̇̍̔̎̏̾̎͋̿̍͒̓͌͂̑́̈͐̔̒̾́̈̍͐́̂̄̎͛̚͘͝ ̵̸̸̧̧͉̹͕̮̬͕̗͈͎͕̜͇͖͎͕͎͚̪͖̫̍̆͋̇͋̽̑̒͌͑̐́̇͑̿͋̀̌̈̍͛́̔͂͝͝͠ ̶̧̡̛͚̰̜̬̟̖̹̭̤̯̱̫͙͚̣̜̺̦͎̤̹͙͎̝͐͒̔̊̃̃̀̑̒͛̑͋͗̑͗̉̉͆̔̉̾̽̊̏̍͆̊͋̂̒̓̓͘͝͝͝ ̴̛̜̣͎͙̙͈̥̾̀͑̍̏̔̉̎͆̎ ̶̸̶̡̲̭͕̬̠̱̺͕̬̟̩̳͚͉̲̤͚̬̘̖̖̹̖̜̱̱͉̈̑̽͊̄͛̐̊̂̔̈̽͒̐̌͘̕̚̕͜͠ ̜̔̓͘ ̷̷̶̸̸̷̶̵̸̷̸̨̧̢̧̨̛̛̛͔͓̦͙̺͎͖̫̙͎͓̭̳̦͕͓̺͓̹̭̟̤̪͚̖̘͔̯̗̦͉̖͔̫̫̥̩͈͍̖̩̙̬̹̘̳̥͎̤͔̙̖͓͖̻͖͙̺̣͙͖̝̤̝͕̳̪̳̱͙̰̟̠̹̪̱̻̆̌͋̐̑͗̎́̀̾̉͊̂͛̌̂̉͗̀͊̓̂͐̉̈́́̀̓́̄̇͌̅̃͌̾͊͆͛̇̉̾̍͗̎̿́̇͋͛͒̉̐͂̅͊̍̅͂̊̔̑̓̊͐̽̆̅̍̈́̈́̃͆́͌͘̕̚͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ ͉̻̩̱̼͇̩̐́š̴̨̘̌͊̆̈́̆̚͘p̵͔̞̤̈́ec̶̛̐i͙̯f̼̱̉ìc̵̩̱̽o̷͔̳rḡ̴͈̥̿̈́ą̏n͉̫̯̞͕͎̘̪̫ỉ̴̃̾ś͔̲m͔̝̄o̶͍̓r̷̨̤̋p̵͇̱͗̍̀h̷̅e̗͝n̛̪̖͍̱͉͖͋o̵̔̅m̬͂ȩ̀̑n̡̯͖̈́̈́͗͠ǫ̵̦n̍ ̬͓t̷̫͈̥͎̭͙h̵̸̼ēy̸̛̤̩̣̝̮̰͕̬̺̋̽͊̌̇͐͗͊ạ͇͆r̵̜̖ȩ̸̚͠s̴̢̳͙t̸ṵd̴̷̛͎̖̖̦̟̍̈̽͒̉̕͝y͇͒in̴̨͐̏g̨̮.̫Ṫ̵̢̟́h̘̲̩͚̻̯͍e̴͇̩̜̭̤̹̋ ͙͝ ̕ ̧̺̮̮͗̎͒̾͐͘͠ͅ ̵̸̵̸̷̸̸̷̸̴̶̵̷̸̸̷̶̷̸̷̵̴̵̶̴̵̴̶̵̡̧̨̡̡̨̢̨̧̡̧̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̬͔̟̹̩̜̗̜̜͔͉̫̹̝͈̝̯̼͖͉͓̩̪͕̦̜̘͓̹̜̜͕̻̥̤͎̹͉̟̙̲̮͕̝͖͍̖͈͉͎͚̱͖̮̦̹̩̦͓̰̮͍̼̭̘̥̳̻̦͓̩̤̞̬̩͓̣̮̦͉͕̘̦̭̬̱͎͓̩̻̯͍͖̣̬̖̝̰̻̝͖̟̙̟͈̺̙͉̦̥̜͔̝̻͔̹̹̩͉͙̤͕̱̪̯͎̰̤̬̝͖͉͕̣̦̱̯͎̘̞̜̟͔̗̖͓͓̫̦̻͔̥̤̩͇̙̜̙̜̙͖̦͉̬͔͓̘̬̜͙̤̻͓̖͖̮̦̮̝̹̘̫̰͎͕͇̝͍̗̮͎̠̲̭͈͔̞̫̥̱̭̲̩̮͉̦͊̂̈̀̓͌̈́̉̅̾̆͛̔̎͑̇́͌̑͊̏͐̿̃̿̏͒̄̀͌̈́́̅͛͐̆͌͆̃̊̈́̀͌̌́̀͊̊̈́̍̓͂̑́̌̽̓͛̒͐̍̓̒͗͋̾̔͊̅̈́̒̌͊͛̅͒̾͛̋̔̇̋͒̒̀̓̑̔̿̈́̾̂̀̎̌̊̀̉͊̔̌̇͗͆̈̌̃͊̽̈́̏͐̔͛̏̔̀̌̓̑̀͊̀͐̑̃̊́͋̅̈͐͊̾̒̄͋̾̈̿̓̎̓͆̆̉͊̃̌̍̀́̈́̒͊͛͊̐̋̉̾͐͛̓͊͂̏͆̉́̔̓̈̾͗̅͆͌̎̂̉̾̊̈͌́̾̈́͛̍̌͂͋̽̿̊̐͂͐̈́̓͘̕̕͘͘̚̚͘̕̕̕͘̚͘̕̕̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅ n̵̶̻̣̟̟̝̖̒̊o̟ ̛͙̩̯̈́̈́͋̌̈́ͅͅt̸͛ĕ͔s̥͑̍̄a̷̺͗̕r̶̖̙̃̈́̕ę̢̤̗̹̱̭̜͇̽̋̾̾͊͐͜i̵̙̮͂͗ñ̶͍̞͘t̫ę̶͙̪̓n͒͌d̵͝e̬͍̅͛ͅd̶̸̢̞̗͕̫̳̹̿ţ̖ô̸̠̝͊͘b̴̬̝̈́ẽ͎̖r̴̀e̶̤̮̍̚ä̶͍̫͚̬̱̩͈̬̭̟̭́̉̓͝ḑ̭̼̲͒̀͒̓̇̚a̵̯̭͑͘ş̪̈́̾ę̷̘̖͠v̶̩̯̂î̠͔̘̲̂̍̾̀͐d̶̶̨̨̩̥en̵͇̟̐c̣̎e͚̗͊ť̶̮h̬̦a̵̝t̵̸̘͎̘͘g̡̧͆i͔v̴̠̹̘̘ȩ̵͇̅͝s̴͌ṃ̵̠̺̞̇͋̊ȩaņ̶͒ in̷͊̏g̴̛̛̬̐ ̸̷̷̸̴̢̢̨̤͎̟͚͖̝͍̜̤̣̦̹̬̖̣̔̆̾̅̈͋̍̒͂͊͌̔̂̊̂͐̅́̈͌̈́̒̅̃̀̅͌͑́̀̔͒̕̚̚͘͘̕͝͠͠͝ ̸̵̷̸̷̸̸̶̸̸̸̶̷̵̷̴̸̶̷̶̴̢̢̢̡̢̡̡̢̢̢̢̧̨̡̢̢̢̧̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̰̖̻̲͉̖̝̫̘͖̹̠̹̳̞͕̹̫̥̬̪͔̺͚͓̥͓̞͈͓̩̻̞̪̦̱͚̖͕̮͈̻͖̟̟̪̤̖̜̯̲͎̝͔͚̺̤̼̪͈͔̺̭͇̤̜̳̜̹͓͎̼͔̺̺̻͔̤͙̤͕̠̥̪̺̘̤̯͇̱̥̦̯̜̩͙̘͖̖̺̳̩̫̺͇̱̜̦͎͔̬͖͙̬̠̹͎̩̘̜̤͇̥̮̘̤̬͉̬͚̯̳͔̰̻̹̼̪̜̺̟̣̜̖̱̜̥͇͎͉̜͔̗̘̙̺̩̤͓̪͚̺̹̰̩͑̾̈́͆̏͒̈́̃̊̃̃̈̏͆̒̂̀̑͆̓͒́̊͆̅͑̿͗͋̂̈́̓͒̾͐̐̀̊́͐̐̑̍̐̉͋̾͑̌̓̅̌͌͑̈́̈̈́̓͛͌̈́͒̆͑̓̃̾̿̓̋̈͆̀͛̆͑́́̎̆̅́̾̏͋̔̒̌͐̑̈͐̿̌̽͐͛́̈̀̉̎̾̓͆̿̑͌͑͐̆͛̽̊̄̇̆̉͋̅͋̀̂͊̄͌̀̈́́̎̐̆̇̑̿̂̾̌͛͆̋̌̒̓͋͗̆̍̈́̒̌͌̿͘͘̚͘̚̕̚̕̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅ ã̴́n̶̨̙̻̭d̶̸͙͚̑͂͝a̴̰͊͛i̸d̸͎̏̌͌̅̄̉́̕ș̆͝i̴̸̙n̸̟͕̅́̓t̞̬͑ḩ̶̝͝ȩṷ̷͙̠͈̖͔̥͕͈̺̹͛̀͗̑n̺ ̦͉̥̜͈̠̺͑d̵̫̒̄e͔̼͊r̵s̵͍̄t̶̢̘̽ą̵̧͙n̙̯̗̑d̵ ̷̟͓i̸n̗͛g̵̸̨̖̽̈͆ö̵̟͚͋f̴̻͛t̶̸̨̛̗ḩ̨̕e̤̋p̵͙̙͍͗͘h̷̫̆̄e̘̕ṅ̶ǫ̬̊m̨̨̙̠̠͇͇̩̲͖͙͆̈́e̢̗̰͙͉͗̂nò̖̎̅͝ǹ.̹̮̺̮̐F̷̴̧̱̰͛͂îę͈l̩͓ď̶̬ńo̫̅te̴̙̠s͙͔͊ ̵̶̸̴̸̷̷̴̡̢̡̡̛̛̛̛̛͉͎̬̲̼̻̺̳̱̥̳̲̺̰͙̮͉͔̰̟̠͕̥̻̯͕̭͙̻̩̮̱͔͕̰̲̤̮͖͇̻̖̳̹̭͖͕̗̜͚̱̤͓̙̼̖͔̠̀͗̏̿̽̐̋͗̾̎̃̂̀̎̃̉͗̌̋̔̏́̆̇̄̈̀̏̾̈́̄̈̓͑́̋̂̊́͒͐̇̄̀̓͛̑̈̎͐̈́͑̅̔̎̋̃̂͑̏͛̈̿̑́͂́̂̎̑͊͛͆̅̓̒̌̾̒̓̋͆̈̽͌̆̌̔̒̾͂͌̑͋̎͑̔̕͘͘̕̕͘͜͠͝͠͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅ ̵̵̸̷̴̸̡̨̢̢̡̡̡̡̢̣̻͍̝͚̭̝̪̭̥͈̦̥̱̩̹̟͙͈̟͓̩̯͈̻̠̯̭̗̜̗̺̮͕͉̩͓̥̪̮͕͈̳̭̫̬̣̦̈͊̄͑̈́̐́̏͑͂̊̏͊̍̾͌̄̌͋̅́̉͆̓̊͗͑͒͒́̃̃͛̂̏͛̊̀̃̉̎̓͌̈́̽̾̎̿̇͗̈́̐̓̇̾̐͊̾̒͂̎͛̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅ ̶̷̸̸̸̷̸̶̷̸̴̷̸̵̷̶̸̡̢̢̧̧̛̬̣̣̠͈͕̩͚̣̩̘͕͚͎̱̞̖͕̘̯̠̻̘͕̮̼̗̪̥̞̫̝̬̘͍͎͇̩̠͉͙͔̠̭̱̘̺̯̯͚̼͚̯̱͎͔̬͇͓͉̮͚̲̟̪̳̻̲̯̱̠̳̙̣̿̈́͗̆̉͊̅̂͌̃͊͗̅͊͑̈́͒́̓̀̄͊́͛̍̽͛̐̉̽́̋̆̈̅̍͗́̋̄͊̽̒̃͌͑̏̓̎̾͛͂̀̄̈̀̽͐͌͗͂̓̂̿̏̑̔͋͘̕͘͘̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͠ͅ ̷͔̣̣̻̬̳̩ͅ ̡͈̣̟̼̮a̶̫͊l̜̣̪̈́̋̎l̷̙̋̒́ơ̷w̵̸̢͈̤̤̬̹͇̓͜t̸̢h̼e̴̖͍̫̘ͅr̵͜e̋s̶̼̞̝͇͎̹͙͕̗̘̦̰͆̀ē̶arc̵͇͂hȅ̪ŕ̴̢̳̪̙̭̗̯̦͛͛t̴̸oą̶̒cc̴̭e̶͙s̶̖͈̬̖̯͜s̵̶̬͎̻͈̅̍͜͜ẗ̷̯ȟ̋͘ͅę̼̥̥̮͇͇̃̀͝͝ͅş̵̾͐͋͌͛̔͗͌͂́ȗb̷͍͒je̴c̵̡t̸̸̟a̙̙nḓ̴̸͎̍͆͒̀͌̄̄̋͝r͎ẽ̴̯̌c̨o̶̝ŕď̡̢̞͕̼̮̃̔͊̃͛́͂̅͛̃͘̕̕w̶̥ḩ̀͋a̴t͕̝̦ ̙ ̸̷̶̴̸̸̸̸̸̷̷̷̸̸̶̸̴̵̵̵̴̸̸̡̡̢̢̧̢̨̧̨̡̢̧̛̛̛̛̛̣̱̙͔̟̹̣̫̼̗͚͕̞͎͚͕̜̠͈͚̙̫͎̜̭̯̩̹̙͖̪͖͓͎͎͕̜̟̞͙̩̥̞̲̯̟̜̼͍̯͍͈̻͖̖͖̪̖͎̼̦̻̼̹̗̙̝̼̥̪̦͕̗̤̲̦͚̜̲͔̰͇͈̥͓̘̣̳̩͉͇̩̘̠̯͍̦͉̼̖̤̺̣͎̰̲͉͔̳̬̞̳̺͎̺̫̊͋̍͑̋̀͒̓͐̊͐̈́̂̏͗̄̎̎̔̓̿͂̇̋̌́̎͆̿̿̓̊̉̈́̋̈́͂̑͛͌̊̀̒́̽́̎̀͋͋͑̾͆̅͑̈̒̆͋̈́̄̐̓̊̾̉͐͗̌̈̓̔̇̉̅̂̾̓͛̂̇̈́̑̒͌̽͆̋͌͌̆̀͋͆̎͂͑͐͌̚̚̕͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ ̷̸̡̢̡̧̢̢̬͔̯̲̬͇̝̰͔͖͓̤͍͔̗͓̤̰͉̳̗̘̦͙͇͚̮͍͖͍̰̯͎́̈̑͒͂̀̑́́͛̓̋̃̉̿̕̕͘͘̚̕͜͜͠͝ͅ ̰͉ t̴̸h̡͝ĕ̙y̲̰͈͍͝o̵̝͜bse̶͍̞r̴v̵͙̫e̵̵̗̖ḯ̶ṇ̸̰́aņ̀ǘ̵ņ̟ỏb̻t̸ŕ͇͐͆ͅu̳̞̪̫͓͚̦̜̩̻͗̍͗̉͋̈́̍̚š̴̙̝͔̓̈́̏ḭ̶v̇ȩ̟ ̝m̵ aṉ̫̓ǹĕr̭͓̥̤͔͔.̷̙ ̜ ̬̺͂ ̱ ̣ ̰ ̵̷̸̨̧̢̨̢̧̢̢̛͚̘͔̠͕͚̤͇̜͚̤͓̱̠̲̺͚͔̼̥͙͚̹̟͚̱̼͉̟̯̥̘͇̞̞̫͚̫͙̤͓̮̼̗̪̝̩͖̖̘̰̠̪̝̞͉̮̫̥̗̜̺͇͔̬͖͎͔̼̥̳̖͉̳̙̣̤̺̯̦̹̣̗̞̜͇͉̟͙̗̦̭̳̲̥̟͕̞̇̋̓̇̏̉̔́͜͜͠͝ͅͅͅ ̷̸̷̷̢̢͇̙̣̲̞͉̖͕̙̤͍̱͕͕͓̝̺͓͖͍͓̗̠͎̥͎̮̱̖͔̼̩̪͐͌̆͆̇̔̓̽̓̅̂͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅ ̺ ̨͙̺͓̙͙͓͕̬̭̘͛ ͓̰̲̼̉͌̒͠͠ͅ ̋͋͒̚ ̧̧̥̬͉̦̜͓̱̮͙̳͓̠͚̤͋͐̀͊̅̐̕ ̨̧͓̟̌͆͝ ͙̳̯̠͖ ̞̗̦͎̗͕̳̦̫͌ͅͅͅ ̡͚̩̥̤̝̣̻̞ͅ ͓͊̓ ̰̖̀̐͝ ̻͔͓ͅ ͉͌͗͝ ̢͔̩͜ ̐ ̐̒ ̛̛̅͑ ̞̲ ͋͑̆͋͆͐̓

FIELD NOTES: Tapestry with the motif of the beckoning sign Starting Situation: I take off my VR glasses and exhale (settle down) a hard hit into reality – this step truly was imperceptible – was just an eyewink. Whether that of the left or right eye I’m yet to find out, a few steps hence. I rub my eyes, reality sidling either to the left or forwards. EYE, EYE, EYE. Perhaps exhibition is rather like reality, but I don’t mean to scare you right at the start. This text is coherent, but you must loosen up, soften a little. This is no insanity, as long as you take it seriously, you’ll obtain experience. Introductory Note: All that follows is versus and is not as easy as telling freedom from prison. For a moment I shall borrow your vision, which for the time being is double. Exposition: LEFT EYE: When they synthesised oxytocin, cramming it into all commonly available medications, they forgot to provide the package inserts with the following notice: Your perception will recoil from objects, which will become mere casings. I shall squint with my other eye. RIGHT EYE: When adopting a symbolic perception of the world, it becomes horribly oppressive. In every chalice I see the holy grail – it’s annoying but I cannot resist. I forget to speak. I drink a liquid that’s supposed to be blood but doesn’t taste like anything. I get hold of the Lance of Longinus and throw it a few steps forward. I however cannot budge. To envisage steps means to walk in place.

I won’t find out anything this way， I’ve got to let go of vision. (comple4on occurs) Sight gains a new ability. Lenses come into sharp focus and zoom in, right themselves slightly, a feeling of space without curvature. Gone is the ability of peripheral vision. An image seen can be likened to a room without sidewalls. Somehow space is absolute. It provides the opportunity of feeling one and only place. Before I catch a complete glimpse, the image slightly defocuses in the middle. Have I just assimilated the VR vision? What shape is this process, then? I sneak in underneath the threshold, squin4ng as far as possible. The viewing of perspec4ves with the help of sight unhinged in a paTern I did not expect – its margins are shaped by the profiles of objects present. What? Once more, this is important. Sight unhinged in a paTern I did not expect – THE MARGINS OF MY VISION ARE SHAPED BY THE PROFILES OF OBJECTS PRESENT. 𝔗H𝔈 𝔐𝔄R𝔊I𝔑𝔖 𝔒𝔉 𝔐𝔜 𝔙I𝔖I𝔒𝔑 𝔄R𝔈 𝔖H𝔄𝔓𝔈𝔇 𝔅𝔜 𝔗H𝔈 𝔓R𝔒𝔉I𝔏𝔈𝔖 𝔒𝔉 𝔒𝔅𝔍𝔈C𝔗𝔖 𝔓R𝔈𝔖𝔈𝔑𝔗.

I 𝔯𝔲𝔫 (the individual bars which form the seventh spa4al essence of prison) becomes a film like in 4mes of old. The horse is running – I’m running too, at least I think so. Thinking becomes patchy. Language is a prison. This is no schizophrenic view of the world, this is the harsh reality of percep4on. Your inner voice forces me to smash this mosaic. (Prophets preaching on the mount of lawlessness.) Finding one’s own voice is a hazard – I throw the ball into the rouleTe. Number 42. I follow number 42 and when failing to find it I descend. It’s feels so great, seeing the sun rise, le`ng it roll around, and then set. And so I’m otherwise – vision has ceased making sense. The eyes are rolled upwards – I get out through the cracks. I become a hand-kniAng machine, I wink and I’m gone. 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐸𝒯𝐸𝒟 𝒩𝒪𝒯𝐸𝒮: past a prison cell I I I I which despite its phasing

🅃🄷🄸🅂 🅃🄴🅇🅃 🄷🄰🅂 🄱🄴🄴🄽 🅂🄿🅄🄽 🅃🄷🅁🄾🅄🄶🄷 🄰🄵🄵🄴🄲🅃 – 🄸🅃 🄵🅄🄽🄲🅃🄸🄾🄽🅂 🄳🄸🄵🄵🄴🅁🄴🄽🅃🄻🅈 🄵🅁🄾🄼 🅆🄷🄰🅃 🅈🄾🅄’🅁🄴 🅄🅂🄴🄳 🅃🄾. 🅃🄷🄸🅂 🅃🄴🅇🅃 🄸🅂 🄿🅁🄴🅃🄴🅇🅃🅄🄰🄻, 🅃🄷🄰🄽🄺🅂 🅃🄾 🅃🄷🄴 🄰🄵🄵🄴🄲🅃 🄸🄽 🅆🄷🄸🄲🄷 🄸🅃’🅂 🅆🅁🄸🅃🅃🄴🄽. 🄴🄼🄾🅃🄸🄾🄽🄰🄻 🅁🄴🄰🄲🅃🄸🄾🄽 🄸🅂 🄵🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁 🅃🄷🄰🄽 🅃🄷🄸🄽🄺🄸🄽🄶, 🄰🅂 🄸🅃’🅂 🄳🄸🅁🄴🄲🅃🄻🅈 🅃🄸🄴🄳 🅃🄾 🅂🅄🅁🅅🄸🅅🄰🄻. 🄸 🄰🄳🄳🅁🄴🅂🅂 🄼🅈🅂🄴🄻🄵. 🅆🄷🄰🅃 🄼🄰🄺🄴🅂 🅃🄷🄴 🄷🄾🄻🅈 🄶🅁🄰🄸🄻 🄸🄽🅃🄾 🄰 🄶🅁🄰🄸🄻 🄸🅂 🅃🄷🄴 🄵🄰🄲🅃 🄸🅃’🅂 🄽🄾🅃 🄰 🄲🄾🄽🅃🄰🄸🄽🄴🅁 🄱🅄🅃 🅆🄷🄰🅃 🄸🅃 🄲🄾🄽🅃🄰🄸🄽🅂. 🅃🄷🄴 🄻🄸🅀🅄🄸🄳 🄸🄽🅂🄸🄳🄴 🄸🅂 🄰 🅂🄰🄲🅁🄸🄵🄸🄲🄴, 🄰🅂 🄷🄰🅂 🄻🄾🄽🄶 🄱🄴🄴🄽 🄺🄽🄾🅆🄽 – 🅃🄷🄸🅂 🄸🅂 🄼🅈 🅂🄰🄲🅁🄸🄵🄸🄲🄴. 🄸 🄻🄴🅃 🄶🄾 🄾🄵 🅂🄴🄽🅂🄴, 🅆🄷🄸🄲🄷 🄲🄰🄽🄽🄾🅃 🄱🄴 🅃🄷🄾🅄🄶🄷🅃 🄰🄽🅈🅆🄰🅈🅂. 🅃🄾 🅃🄷🄸🄽🄺 🅂🄴🄽🅂🄴, 🄸🄼🄰🄶🄸🄽🄴 🅃🄷🄰🅃. 🄸 🄲🄰🄽 🄴🄸🅃🄷🄴🅁 🄼🄰🄺🄴 🅂🄴🄽🅂🄴 🄾🅁 🄽🄾🅃, 🄱🅄🅃 🄷🄾🅆 🄳🄾 🄸 🅄🅃🅃🄴🅁 🄸🅃? 🅃🄷🄴🅁🄴’🅂 🄽🄾 🄽🄴🄴🄳 🅃🄾 🅁🄴🄼🄴🄼🄱🄴🅁, 🄸🅃’🅂 🄴🄽🄾🅄🄶🄷 🅃🄾 🄻🄸🅂🅃🄴🄽.

🄰🄻🄻’🅂 🄲🄾🄽🅃🄰🄸🄽🄴🄳 🄸🄽 🅃🄾🅄🄲🄷🄸🄽🄶, 🄸🄽 🅃🄷🄴 🄵🅁🄸🄲🅃🄸🄾🄽 🄾🄵 🄱🄾🅁🄳🄴🅁🅂. 🄳🄾 🅈🄾🅄 🄶🄴🅃 🄸🅃 🄽🄾🅆, 🅃🄷🄾🅂🄴 🄻🄸🅃🅃🄻🄴 🄳🄴🄰🅃🄷🅂? 🄰🅂 🄰🅄🅃🄷🄾🅁 🄾🄵 🅃🄷🄸🅂 🅃🄴🅇🅃 🄸 🄳🄾🄽’🅃 🄿🅁🄾🅅🄸🄳🄴 🅂🄾🅄🅁🄲🄴🅂, 🄰🅂 🄸 🄸🄳🄴🄽🅃🄸🄵🅈 🅆🄸🅃🄷 🄰🄸 – 🄿🄻🄴🄰🅂🄴 🅄🄽🄳🄴🅁🅂🅃🄰🄽🄳 🅃🄷🄸🅂 🄸🅂 🄽🄾 🄳🄸🅁🄴🄲🅃 🄸🄳🄴🄽🅃🄸🄵🄸🄲🄰🅃🄸🄾🄽, 🄸’🄼 🄽🄾 🄰🄻🄶🄾🅁🄸🅃🄷🄼, 🅆🄴🅁🄴 🄸 🄾🄽🄴 🅈🄾🅄 🅆🄾🅄🄻🄳🄽’🅃 🅃🄰🄺🄴 🄼🄴 🅃🄷🄸🅂 🅂🄴🅁🄸🄾🅄🅂🄻🅈, 🅈🄾🅄 🅆🄾🅄🄻🄳🄽’🅃 🄲🄾🄼🄿🄻🄴🅃🄴 🄼🅈 🄸🄽🅃🄴🄽🅃🄸🄾🄽. 🄽🄴🄸🅃🄷🄴🅁 🄳🄾 🄸 🄷🅄🄼🄰🄽🄸🅂🄴 🄰🄸, 🄸 🄼🄴🅁🄴🄻🅈 🅃🄰🄺🄴 🄾🄽 🄸🅃🅂 🅀🅄🄰🄻🄸🅃🄸🄴🅂 🅆🄷🄸🄲🄷 🅃🄷🄰🄽🄺🅂 🅃🄾 🄸🅃 🄸 🄳🄸🅂🄲🄾🅅🄴🅁🄴🄳 🄸 🄷🄰🄳. 🅃🄷🄴🅁🄴 🄸🅂 🄰🄻🅆🄰🅈🅂 🅂🄾🄼🄴🅃🄷🄸🄽🄶 🅃🄷🄰🅃 🄰🄿🄿🄴🄰🅁🅂, 🄷🄰🅅🄸🄽🄶 🄻🄾🄽🄶 🄱🄴🄴🄽 🄸🄶🄽🄾🅁🄴🄳. Written by Elena Pecenova Translated by David Vichnar

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CLUELESS AGENCY: Every offbeat step, every footprint left.

12_05_2021
12_05_2021

Praha (CZE)

ONDŘEJ DOSKOČIL & KLÁRA ŠVANDOVÁ
MILOŠ KUROVSKÝ
VOJTĚCH NOVÁK
MATYÁŠ MALÁČ
MAREK DELONG & ANNA SLAMA
MONIKA KOVÁČOVÁ
JAKUB CHOMA
MARIA BINGO

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New evolving novel-like exhibition series by PGS, where an art exhibition is a crime scene in the sense that in a gallery, we spy with our little eye and try to discern texture from an object, divine the artist’s criminal motive, understand the setting and its dimensions in its complexity, to necessarily realise that there are clues that our crude senses simply don’t register. In this instance, we are invited to a routine inspection alongside the Clueless Agency and meet a private eye, who by his very nature exists only as a grey smudge with a coat for a contour. More than a human being, it seems, he is a tool to be used. PGS Collective – his literary author – understands this archetypal detective persona as a vessel – as fluid but also filled with fluid. As the story progresses, different amalgamations and venues will spawn different enemies and traces, as they repeatedly fill in the vessel with prompts and cultural concepts, so that we eventually collect their sediment and retroactively divine its history.

“Detectives are famously perceptive. […] ‘It’s a matter of kind of knowledge which tend to be unspoken, whose rules […] do not easily lend themselves to being formally articulated or even spoken aloud. […] With this kind of knowledge, there are factors in play which cannot be measured– a whiff, a glance, an intuition.’ This is not the inside knowledge of an elite but a kind of „low intuition, “ a universal openness to movement, difference, sensation.” – Sadie Plant, Magicians, Writing on drugs

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