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Painting Poetry Pottery ░ at Tobias Naehring


Min Yoon

“Painting, Poetry, Pottery” at Tobias Naehring

Artists: Dirk Bell, Tomasz Kowalski, Fiona Mackay, Hanne Lippard, Lukas Quietzsch, Min Yoon
Venue: Tobias Naehring, Leipzig
Exhibition Title: Painting, Poetry, Pottery
Date: November 7, 2014 – January 3, 2015
"Painting, Poetry, Pottery" at Tobias Naehring
"Painting, Poetry, Pottery" at Tobias Naehring

"Painting, Poetry, Pottery" at Tobias Naehring
Full gallery of images, press release and link available after the jump.
Images:
Images courtesy of Tobias Naehring, Leipzig
Press Release: 
Here’s it.
When does an individual become a body
When does a body disembody
When this a body does some body
When does it really really hurt?
Pain is individual.
A cut made in the middle.
Male thoughts.
Air mail.
Three days later, upon arrival.
A package.
Nothing but.
Hear, he said, hear is my ear.
It it. And her.
What is there to say about her
What did she say
Herself
She
Said, nothing.
At least nothing audible to the naked ear.
At least not something, or anything, he could
hear
When does an ear stop learning
When does a body stop leaning
When does life leave life
When does love live life
When does it feel like time left
Or the exact opposite.
Pain is a stain on any complexion.
Does somebody care about that body
Or is that body just somebody
What does a body to somebodies
When is a body just a burden
What do birds care
What is that burden for a bird
What do others think
What do others thoughts think
What body cares about its own
Or those.
Them, never?
Here – he said, to her.
Female thoughts.
Her ears were present, but they did not listen.
Hanne Lippard