Piazza's Artspace in Brussels
Group exhibition on whatever happens when light, longing, mechanisms and souls break through by
Antoinette van Beers – Juan Pablo Plazas – Stefan Cammeraat – Chloë Delanghe – Michael Cleary – Axelle Stiefel – Bas Sillekens
InBetween/Piazza dell’Arte (Brussels) and Kunstpodium T (Tilburg) are delighted to invite you to the opening of this exhibition on February 19, starting at 19:00.
The Exorcist (1973)
(Demon):” What an excellent day for an exorcism.”
The Fog (1980)
(Stevie Wayne): “Something came out of the fog and tried to destroy us. In one moment, it vanished. But if this has been anything but a nightmare, and if we don’t wake up to find ourselves safe in our beds, it could come again. To the ships at sea who can hear my voice: look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog.”
(Norman Bates): “A boy’s best friend is his mother.”
The Thing (1982)
(MacReady): “Trust is a tough thing to come by these days.”
Margaret White: These are godless times, Mrs. Snell.
Mrs. Snell: I’ll drink to that.
The Black Cat (1934)
(Bela Lugosi): “Supernatural, perhaps; baloney, perhaps not.”
Child’s Play 3 (1991)
(Chucky): “Don’t fuck with the Chuck.”
Dawn of the Dead (1978)
(Peter): “When there is no room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth.”
(Bill Robinson): “I’d say I’m a pretty darn good father. My father tried to eat me, I don’t remember trying to eat Timmy.”
Horror comes in many forms. It lurks in the shadows of this place. And only once becomes somewhat tangible.
Common horrors abound. We are familiar with the chamber of horrors like Madame Tussaud’s gallery of notorious wax people. We distrust the rule-following manual that pre-orders the meaningful. We find the corridor without a twist boring. We hope to avoid formal relations that pre-empty bodies.
Horror comes with nightmares and strange, dreadful creatures. What would art’s worst nightmare be besides the horror vacui? Art that talks to itself, with endless repeating and stuttering voices? Camouflages empty generalizations, disconnected and captured in illusionary, pure forms? Turns out to be completely accessible, attracting moths through flickering lights? Art that becomes trapped in use-value? Mimics capitalist production standards? Beliefs in its own precious individual time-less genius?
Seven young artists assemble in the same unintended script. While toying with comparable horrors, they unravel unexpected breaking points through the use of transformative light, architectural local fragments, construction materials, human interrelations, modernist repetitions, an uncontrolled, travelling camera, and more.
While these artists become different actors in an uncommon horror-play, an exciting collective act comes to life.
These young artists are assisted by Helmut Stallaerts (visual artist and docent at Luca arts Brussels) and Tom Viaene (artistic coordinator InBetween).
* 19 February – 16 March
* Opening: 19 February, 2015, 7 pm