Tempo Tempo

Tempo Tempo
Albin Looström
23/09 – 5/11/2022

We enter the space and we sense things have happened here. Even before the fireplace. In a time
zone that exists parallel or sideways and yet shares environments, the piping systems and even
household items with the one we are supposedly in currently. We may feel some unexplainable
longing for that world where paintings and objects that seem to move along and make faces. Do you
reply with a wink?

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Photos: Līga Spunde

Dreams and Cocktails

Dreams and Cocktails
Raids Kalniņš and Shady Ladies
Curator: Kaspars Groševs
17/06 – 30/07/2022

We started with fish, wrapped up and served with generosity. We wandered through Malenia to Courland, from Prague to Vērmane Garden. Occasions of meeting – always sporadic, yet fruitful, with sediments that were floating over the waves and caught mid-air. While listening to the voice of Mārīte Veisberga, we drew strokes and debris in an imagined happening, that after all reveal themselves as a conversation between materials and threads.
-KG

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is made from our repeated hits at the grid wire cage when star blinded and spinning we kept poking the motherland-and-,,aend/end-end
through shared antipower accelerations upwards
circling the core
in the bottled static electRIXcity with light at the end of the freshly burned barrel
we turn the blocked underwater signals into Big Hertz of bowed strings

seventy stabu street
4/20/2022/427 – 5/20/2022

nutritional value 236kJ
[ chupakabra + 0.0.01.0.0 + robertsbliezais97 + simba.20 + snarkans + CHOLAISIS + andrejspoikans11 + glociks + eternalusa +++]

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Joy of Living, Fear of Dying (ft. Fran)

Joy of Living, Fear of Dying (ft. Fran)
Aapo Nikkanen
11/03 – 9/04/2022

What a name, right?
I originally chose it to refer to the bittersweetness of the fleeting moments in life, but now it reads more like a cold shower, and not the kind Wim Hof’s meditation app is proposing.
Joy of Living, Fear of Dying is the first of a series of works that are dealing with the notions of intimacy and empathy through fundamental psychological questions. “Fundamental” has in the last week started to drag a heavy weight with it, and maybe it’s a good moment to focus on things that are less aestheticized, less trying to aspire us to always “become”, and more basic to what we already are.
If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?
or
For what in your life do you feel most grateful?
or
When did you last sing to yourself?

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Photo: Līga Spunde

Salt on my Asphalt 2.2

Salt on my Asphalt 2.2
Uģis Albiņš
21/01 – 26/02/2022

With us seemingly knowing this and that about them, forms are building imaginary scenarios in the space of their use and interrelations. By dispersing and shuffling the usual methods of constructing functionality the industrial mechanisms reverberate in the surfaces and uneven continuations of the space to converse about the unnoticeable, the self-evident while trying to untangle the social and aesthetic choreography of form creation.

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