THE GRAND MEMORY
Is a single memory truly singular? Or perhaps it works like a system of refrains: repeating, looping, leading us astray, yet at times allowing us to step beyond its own cycle. (Górniak) Can form become a tool for ordering inner chaos? White, seemingly cool shapes create something akin to a memory chamber (Trusewicz). It’s an […]
Reflections
The Paddocks Gallery is pleased to present Reflections, a solo exhibition by Cyrus Mahboubian. The exhibition brings together a series of black-and-white Polaroids and photographic compositions created during the artist’s residency at The Paddocks in autumn 2025, alongside works made in the English countryside and beyond. Living between London and Oxfordshire, everyday walks in nature […]
Knife Game with the Invisible Hand
Place your hand on the table, spread your fingers, take a knife, and stab— as fast as you can—into the spaces in between. No risk, no fun. In his multimedia exhibition at Bildraum 01, Michael Heindl opens up a space for action in which the meaning of things can be reinterpreted as part of economic, […]
Folklore
“There was once a poor woodcutter who went into the forest to find food for his family. He looked for many hours, but it was winter and the forest was bare. He was about to turn back when he noticed an entrance to a small cave. ‘Perhaps I will find something of value inside,’ he […]
Melying Ice
Melting Ice – ESP Melting (thinking together) “No hay un afuera donde colocarse para observar el mundo; solo estamos dentro, implicados en él, respirando el mismo aire que las cosas que tratamos de entender.” — Bruno Latour, ¿Dónde estoy? Bruno Latour se hacía la pregunta ¿dónde estoy? después de toda una vida dedicada a pensar el mundo. Creo que […]
That bit in the middle, where the plants grow
There is that bit in the middle, where the plants grow.Not the headline, not the breaking point, not the scorched edges where everything is loud and burning.The middle is quieter than that. It smells like damp soil and patience. It’s the place between collapse and repair, between what is shouted from podiums and what is […]
ELEGIA
The central scene of W.R.: Mysteries of the Organism (1971), directed by Dušan Makavejev, takes place in the shared apartment of two female comrades. One evening, they host a touring Soviet ice-skating champion. During a heated debate on the emancipation of love and sexuality, the wall of the room suddenly gives way under the force […]
to undo, to crumble, to vanish
Laureta Hajrullahu, in her video-based practice and immersive installations, draws on speculation, digital folklore, and the emotional residues of online life. She approaches identity as an entity in a constant state of editing, compression, translation, and measurement according to algorithmic architectures. Hers is a borderland practice: she grew up in Preshevë, a town at the […]
i don’t know how, but it grew from me
In her solo exhibition ‘i don’t know how, but it grew from me’, Isabella Covert presents a pulsating laboratory of bodily excess. Drawing from feminist posthuman theory, the work in the exhibition challenges current notions of reproduction, gender, gestational labor, and family structures, suggesting the potentialities within alternative synthetic reimaginings of the body. Kinetically writhing […]
Treatise on the Care and Transport of Minor Lives
Entering this order, it’s difficult to clearly define its nature. The scale shifts, and reality seems to curl inward, leaving only what’s necessary. One feels as if one is in a transitional state, one that serves not for permanent exhibition, but for a brief presence “in between.” Time doesn’t unfold linearly here; rather, it thickens […]