I looked around
and stepped inside
my own claustrophobia.
Abject desire, and the sharp
smell of pure instinct fill my nostrils.
Savage and autistic,
my loneliness leads to decadence.

OPENING
Friday, 1 April 2016 18.00 — 21.00
EXHIBITION
2 April — 7 May 2016
WITH
Edouard Baribeaud, Mike Bourscheid, Giom-Guillaume Bruère, Damien Deroubaix, Jiří Dokoupil, Éric Duyckaerts, Ben Quilty, Augustin Rebetez, Frederic Spreckelmeyer, Johannes Vogl

OPENING
Friday, 1 April 2016 18.00 — 21.00
EXHIBITION
2 April — 7 May 2016
WITH
Edouard Baribeaud, Mike Bourscheid, Giom-Guillaume Bruère, Damien Deroubaix, Jiří Dokoupil, Éric Duyckaerts, Ben Quilty, Augustin Rebetez, Frederic Spreckelmeyer, Johannes Vogl

For quite a while now, the poet Charles has been living alone in a tiny apartment downtown. He barely receives guests at home, and goes out only on rare occasions, mostly to meet the casual partners of his debauchery. Socialization does not frighten him, it’s just not of interest to him. Between a savage and autistic human-being, Charles is not the kind of person you can easily put into categories. He follows his own instincts and is mostly interested in fulfilling his own needs, which can be reduced to basic necessities. But solitude has led him to a kind of decadence, in which sexual acts and drunkenness have become part of a daily routine.