Little inlets - Helvetia Art Foyer, Basel, 2023

Left side: Small intestine (2023) and right side: Mitra, bonds (2023), both acrylic on cotton, 180 cm x 130 cm

Little inlets, eine Sammlung potenzieller Öffnungen; Ein kleiner Riss, eine Verletzung. Das Resultat sich entladender Energie, der Bruch einer zuvor schützenden Hülle. Ein plötzlicher Zugang, ein Anfang für Entspannung oder potenziell die Bildung einer Schwachstelle; ein Ort des Hineinsickerns, des beginnenden Aufbruchs, der Grenzüberschreitung. Ein unverhoffter Zugang; Ein Fadenende aus dem Saum eines unerklärlichen Stoffs, ein erster Fixstern auf einer neuen astrologischen Karte, ein Anfang auf einer Reise in das Innere einer Materie.

 

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Exhibitionview of Little inlets, Helvetia Art Foyer, Basel, curated by Nathalie Loch. Left side: Once in a blue moon (2023), acrylic on cotton, 180 cm x 130 cm and Little inlets (2023), various sizes, acrylic and shellac on wood. Documentation of the exhibition: Viktor Kolibal 

Deep neural forests and conductive connective tissues, delicate layers of skin and wrinkled outlets of intestinal walls. Vessels for millions upon millions of bacterial cultures. A world in which atoms combine to form molecules, diffusing through cellular membranes and milieus according to the laws of concentration, always striving for equilibrium. In which neurons generate electrical signals, speak the language of chemical messengers, make sparks cross the gap between synapses. In which biochemical messengers, hormones, act like tides to move us.

Excerpts from the zine Cracked Shells, writings and ink drawings, 28 pages, Bored Wolves, 2023

On ground: Salt, sand (2023), acrylic on cotton, 130 cm x 180 cm

Auricular whorl (2023), acrylic on cotton, 130 cm x 180 cm

My eye has grown too long—horizontal icicle, long stretched egg. At the edges, the outermost lines fall away, slip down such steep slopes. What happens escapes at theperiphery. I seek schemata, salt tear searches for the sea in restless topography. My iris Selene, my eye a comet, a sky full of aurorae. Veiled valleys, no glistening lights may stray. My eye paints blotting paper pictures.

My eye is a lake (2023), acrylic on cotton, 130 cm x 180 cm

Shoreline (2023), diptych, acrylic on cotton, 130 cm x 360 cm

Little inlets. A collection of potential openings; a small crack, an injury. The result of discharging energy; the rupture of a previously protective shell. A sudden access, a beginning of relaxation or potentially the formation of a weak point. A place of seepage, of incipient departure, of boundary crossing. An unexpected access. A thread end from the hem of an inexplicable fabric. A first fixed star on a new astrological map. A beginning of a journey into the interior of a matter.

From the series Little inlets (2023), acrylic and shellac on wood  

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