Solo show / Galerie Traversée, Munich / 2OO6
When it's not a mere closet or a humiliating capsule, the home claims to represent a clearing. It likes to think of itself as an island, an interlude, and a haven of serenity that shelters from the orgy of urban flux and the mysterious perils of life in the country. The objects brought together here under the term Roomers undo this boring argument for tranquility: although they are made for the interior of a residence, they openly speak a different language from the pacified one that the home would like to reflect. Messengers of a new domestic plate tectonics, the Roomers are not steady lodgers. We can immediately read them as being inhabited or deranged: their lexis is one of a mobility that rubs shoulders with precarious balance and disorder and of possible holes in reality.
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