A teenage energy, a fireworks manufacturer, an satisfied desire, a rearing horse, a clear line, a stray cat, an try out evening, a welcoming void, millimeters to be covered, many many "I", a speculative arrangement, a tennis racket"
With Pauline Bastard, Jon Bernad, Benjamin Blaquart, Baptiste Brevart, Dominique Gilliot, David Horvitz, Charlie Jeffery, Megan May Daalder, Gre ?goire Motte, Elisa Po ?ne, Lidwine Prolonge, Se ?bastien Re ?my, SZAF (Miklós Mécs et Judit Fisher), Achraf Touloub and Meurtre, Les Vraoums, Gachette of the Mastiff.

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In Search Of More Miraculous

What we need here, more than curiosity, is trust — not in me, or the curator, or the artists, but in the universe. i don’t actually know much about this exhibition, and neither should you. what is the point of knowing something ? just come if that is your destiny. there are so many people and so many exhibitions. but bodies can only juggle a few balls at once. only a few will touch you, will enter you in a special way. that is the goal of everything : to enter you. for you do not walk around entering museums. your soul is standing still waiting to be entered. beneath the clothes, beneath the bodies, there are flames wanting to jump out and touch one another. this secret desire makes one blush, the flame welling up to the top of the head, wanting to pour out through the eyes. on this night, in this space, you can feel it, let us not let the fire go to waste. let artists burn to make us warm. yes, there is something that unites all these artists, some secret spark, and if you walk around, talk to each one, and ask yourself : what is this spark ? something to swallow or something to vomit ? we know the spark is loneliness, but there are so many kinds of loneliness, each one different, isolated (otherwise loneliness would not be so alone). what kind of loneliness is this ? each period of history has its own special kind, a blend of bitter and sweet. on this night what will loneliness taste like ? there is only one way to find out. to look each other in the eye and taste what you see. i could be dead one hundred years or somewhere across the world or waiting for you just around the corner, in the end, i am trying to find you, to figure out how alive we are. just one dot, one point, but perhaps there are others, and perhaps they make an arrow pointing towards Mains d’Oeuvres, and if so, i’m near the fire, come find me.
Jon Bernad

Re-Inventing The Social Organism

Someone may make a discovery.
She may introduce the discovery to others.
Factions may be fractured.
New customs introduced.
Someone may become possessed.
You may be offered a cup of coffee.
A man may follow in your footsteps.
Someone may have a visionary glimpse into the future.
Someone may find a primordial link.
Another person may start a religion.
Someone may sit idly.
Someone may take notes.
Everything will become curious.
Megan May Daalder

Everything is Always Happening at the Same Moment

Linger on the sand, watching the vanishing point disappear creating a black wall of water and open space, necessarily no means for occupation any longer – here or there, separation is translucent, all digitized geographies and textual arenas are pretexts for enclosed practical outpourings, an all encompassing empire in invisibility always, buying a cantaloupe from a fruit stand, opening and closing the eyes to another opening, the flourishing of uneventful convenience is unavoidable, imagining upset, and, below the uprising, a construction site’s lights dully flash in blankets of dusted film lazily illuminating the dwindling line between black water and open space.
David Horvitz

I’m on my way, i’m already there

We have invited Elvis Presley. Nobody does that, but we did. Just for the gesture. We pronounced it : “a nice gesture”. And we identified 1276 “nice gestures”, and then we put some energy into classifying them alphabetically in descending order, to be able to find the appropriate gesture, when the time to make it happen would come. And it would, eventually. Swiss clock precision. A nice gesture is certainly not worth it if it doesn’t come at the very suitable moment. A nice gesture demands a certain amount of punctuality. That is what experience taught us. Everything will have to be performed minute by minute with a surgical meticulousness, just like when you are setting a bank robbery. HSBC, Venice Beach, LA, start and feel the fear.
Amongst our recommended gestures : take a confetti out of your pocket, and call it a confetto ; prefer the low-voiced conversations ; come pony-riding, go pony-riding ; stay away from the opening buffet ; applause on every little occasion ; speak english, even badly ; carry a tennis racket ; be ignorant of what a forehand is, or a backhand, or an ace, or a chair umpire ; be a big fan of Guy de Cointet, wear a red pair of trousers to show it ; brag about being an admirable innocent fool, a beautiful loser, a twisted face ; advocate for murder, excessive speed, gunshots ; expect quite nothing, expect something close to the minimum ; use the white walls and the empty spaces as a yantra meditation basis.
Get to experience some of that on the 6th of may, Mains d’Oeuvres, Saint Ouen, Paris, France
password : the low-voiced conversations will come pony-riding
Dominique Gilliot

If I am not here it’s because you can’t see me

Systematic research


Monument Self storage

Open to suggestion

Beside self



Space, things, stuff, particles

A sense of contamination

Nothing is pure, everything flows into everything else

Endless future possibilities

Missed oppurtunities, endless

Cheap varnish

Mud piles
Clean freezer

Frozen food
Too much time, too much energy

Can you imagine what it must have been like

Only if you ask me

Superposition of states
A vague sense of ismness

Quantum physics
Get your own suspension of disbelief
Charlie Jeffery

An idle class hero

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

An idle class hero is something to be
An idle class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules

An idle class hero is something to be
An idle class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear

An idle class hero is something to be
An idle class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and class less and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

An idle class hero is something to be
An idle class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

An idle class hero is something to be
An idle class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me