It is the end of the year, Mars is in Sagittarius and it’s become hard to tell what is dream and what is real, what (is) news to follow, where to look, how to look at it, what to feel, how to feel when your body spasms unconsciously when it reads or it sees something.

How to count time between self and world; hours, days, weeks at work during times amidst intimacy, love and war.

The technological apparatus that dresses us, the one we occupy nowadays for the sake of moving, dreaming, even nurturing, is the same mechanism that can devour our dreams and our freedoms. But also the one that keeps us awake and in a way, alive; mediated through the same machine that bleeps emotions in silent mode.

This exhibition brings together artists of the gallery and takes as a starting point two opposites; the intimate vulnerability of our bodies mediated through the powerful structures, and the physical or digital materials they’re made of.