Mechanisms of Occupant Ejection

13.05.2023
Lotus Eclat S1, Former Postgaragen Graz

Mechanisms of Occupant Ejection, 2023, Installation View

Hanna Besenhard, Tomorrow i will be less right - Thassian Marble, 2023

Mechanisms of Occupant Ejection, 2023, Installation View

Mechanisms of Occupant Ejection, 2023, Installation View

Jakob Kolb, Untitled (Car Ornament), Steel, 2023

Jakob Kolb, Untitled (Car Ornament), Steel, 2023

Jonas Morgenthaler, Medium Fragile Passion, 2023

Jonas Morgenthaler, Medium Fragile Passion, 2023

Figure from some future Pompeii, Resin, Ink, Fiberglass, Metal, Found Objects, 2023

Figure from some future Pompeii, Resin, Ink, Fiberglass, Metal, Found Objects, 2023

Matthew Endler, Untitled (Training Period), UV Resin, 2023 / Kay Yoon, Engrabbed, Aluminium, 2023

Matthew Endler, Untitled (Training Period), UV Resin, 2023

Matthew Endler, Untitled (Training Period), UV Resin, 2023

Kay Yoon, Engrabbed, Aluminium, 2023

Hanna Besenhard, The girl who knew to much, Videoloop, 2023

Markus Sworcik, Rac Vex, Silicone, 2023

René Stiegler, Sense of Connection, 2023

René Stiegler, Sense of Connection, 2023

Markus Sworcik, I try to look in the darkest corners, they don't want you to look, Silicone, 2023

Markus Sworcik, We never reach our dreams, chopped into pieces, Epoxy Resin, Sand, Champagne Chalk, Artificial Teeth, 2023

Markus Sworcik, We never reach our dreams, chopped into pieces, Epoxy Resin, Sand, Champagne Chalk, Artificial Teeth, 2023

I can't take my eyes off you, anymore than I could stand still in front of a ticket scalper holding a two-way mirror. Your eyes aren't actually you, they stem from another dimension where everything is endlessly vivid, exciting…safe. If your eyes could, for some reason, be infused with colors of some organic matter that you drank, like the rings of Saturn in your mouth, it would probably look like that.

I don't know how long, but it would be fast. Fast like a catnip drip or an auto chase, like driving off the two-lane highway at the speed of the wind. Fast like taking the middle turn off that freeway where I wish we'd crash into each other (1), but now the freeway splits right before us into two, we're driving on the wrong lane, in the middle of the night, just letting the speed of thoughts take us where we'd go, and because we can.

The charging seatlessness through 5 seconds of sailing, stopping, retuning, and into the tunnel — all in a seemingly lucid, serene movement, in a trance. No shame in going back and forth in thoughts... what is done is done. Such delight. Again. Its gestures interrupted this ruthless system. You can’t stand still for too long.

(1) Crash, David Cronenberg