Angélique Aubrit, Ludovic Beillard, Martin Belou, Andriu Deplazes, Lucas Furtado, Paul Gondry and Shelby Jackson, Coraline Guilbeau, Steinar Haga Kristensen, Sarah Margnetti, Francis Raynaud, Lucy Stein, Viager (Régis Jocteur Monrozier and Louis Clais)
At Futura, Prague, Czech Republic
Curated by Ludovic Beillard
August 11 — September 27, 2020
Photography by Ludovic Beillard
I had friends Dozens They are all dead Eaten away by worms
I had a love A great love Disappeared Carry on as if there is nothing amiss
I was young I was beautiful Now I look like a wreck
I’ve been left with humor as my last companion Humor Stray dogs Well, no, humor, the sun, death, stray dogs and the big ol’ bottle It should be called that way
And it would begin with: I no longer believe in anything
I am lightheaded I forget everything A large piece of Gruyere cheese Pierced right through I forget everything but that’s ok, I believe in nothing
You are going to die like everyone else Nothing helps Not your morals Not your convictions Your good old righteous convictions
Hahaha
I think back on all these struggles All these hypocrites Who once, the room is packed Join the cause
I roll around in it You don’t agree But I bathe in it
You can find me in the back of a highway rest area Skin swollen Red complexion My hands will have doubled in size And I would be mumbling The same song
Mon chat You are beautiful When you dance Your calves Your arms Your screams Your knees slamming You animate You wobble And you start again