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• Hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon frère!

  OK, stuff Foucault. We’re talking about Savannah Bob. In this case, the texts have been written in a situation where it was not possible to write without hiding behind a pseudonym. Anonymity is something else.

• SHAMAN FREUD: PASCAL LIEVRE’S TOTEM UND TABU

  In his 2010 ‘Bad Romance’ exhibition, Pascal Lievre began using glitter on his paintings.

• Bacon and the collapse of the borderline between the joke and the sublime

  by Staffan Boije Af Gennäs

  Prague, 1990. It is the summer after the Berlin wall came down. I’m having breakfast at Hotel Jalta – a communist style luxurious establishment. Eggs, bacon, jam and toast. I’m sitting on the terrace facing Václavské námesti, the city’s main parade

• UNDO

  Undo: the Real – Losing your consistency with the time passed since the departure. Reading a few fragments, feeding the jellyfish.

• Throuwe by Sebastian Rozenberg

  “I admit to being a bit thrown when I saw you yesterday”

• Spam chronique for tsnok “Calories”

  No Pumps, No Surgery, No Exercises: 128 bit order processing.

• Spam chronique for tsnok “sticky eye”

  My name is Vera

  How are you today?

• A short statement on the predicament of experimental art

  By: Olav Westphalen

  The sophistication it takes to spot the difference between the real thing and the postcard version is rare among contemporary audiences. But a lack of attention needn’t be bad. Some things develop better in the shade.

• A Lapdog, NOT!

  KJARTAN SLETTEMARK BY ANNIKA ERIKSSON In 1976, the Norwegian/Swedish artist Kjartan Slettemark dressed up in a white poodle costume and walked around the opening of Malmö Konsthall. Upon the arrival of the museum director, he went to attack, biting and growling but also wagging his tail and trying to please. As a pet that not […]

• Problems with how Nature can be interpreted in artistic processes, and what I am working on at the moment

  The process is like an octopus sometimes, one of those disgusting octopuses with a big heavy occiput which looks like a cross between a fester and a water-filled balloon. In that head, in the mind, there is either a muscle visible under the skin, or else there aren´t any muscles at all, alternatively withered muscles and a lot of skin.