19.10.2020 - 30.11.2020

Bogland in a house full of epidermis. Home atherosclerosis, diabetic coma. Scraping by. Purring kisses, blushes, duvets, cold floor and weakness at the knees. Something is leaning out, something is oozing, something suffocates. Hypnotic noiseless mucus. Tangled-haired figures – a shimmering shag basking in the setting sun. Moulting eternity. Bavaroises, puddings, massaged back, cupping, bruises, tightslings. The Room digests a human lining. We will wrap ourselves around you like legs of Jaworowicz, legs that go on for miles.