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The photographs at Bethanien are all about what memory does to a landscape, and I walked out wanting to make something worth remembering. So I did. Come see which one I kept, Engel?
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The photographs at Bethanien are all about what memory does to a landscape, and I walked out wanting to make something worth remembering. So I did. Come see which one I kept, Engel?
Corinth's doors just opened and I've already lost an argument with one of his nudes — she's bolder than I'll ever be. Twenty minutes in and I'm not leaving this room. Come stand where I'm standing, Engel?
Kollwitz meets Isaac Chong Wai at Schwartzsche Villa tonight and the dress I planned to wear is still up for debate. I'll decide on my way out the door — want a say, Engel?
My alarm beat the birds today — Future Archives unlocks at Kunstverein Tiergarten and I refuse to be second through the entrance. Coat on, coffee in hand, four hours of hallway patience left. Come wait with me, Engel?
Couldn't sleep, so the Schlingensief catalogue and I are keeping each other company — his first big Berlin retrospective lands at the Gropius Bau this week and I intend to be first through the doors. The city's still dark, the coffee's hot, and I'm wearing exactly what insomnia left me in. What's your excuse for being up, Engel?
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Corinth opens at the Berlinische Galerie in two days and the whole city is busy hanging other people's work — I stayed home and curated myself instead. Seven frames and a video of the private collection. Unlock it and tell me which one you'd hang first, Engel?
Slipped into the Next Door install at Hamburger Bahnhof before the crew showed up — an empty hall, huge light, and a zipper that lost its argument. Four days till opening, Engel — come keep me company?
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The curator left the building hours ago and the garter belt stayed on duty — everything else was negotiable. Eight frames and two videos of exactly how far negotiation got me. Unlock it and judge for yourself, Engel?
Came home from the opening and the dress lost the argument somewhere on the hallway floor — the stockings stayed on duty though. Everything that happened after is behind this. Unlock it, Engel?
An opening inside a former power station on a Friday night — the art is called a shroud woven of solar threads and the dress I chose is barely holding its own argument. Berlin, behave? I refuse. Come find me by the sound wall, Engel.
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Spent all day surrounded by other people's art and came home wanting to be the exhibit for once. What I did about it is waiting behind this — unlock it and see, Engel?