Play, adventure, searching, findig out, failure, to adapt, learning, going on, progression

Result #1

Play, adventure, searching, findig out, failure, to adapt, learning, going on, progression, growth, growth, search, and then the same words, like the back of a shoeshine boy, but with a person: a woman, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a woman, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a woman, a girl, a girl, a girl, a girl, a woman, a girl, a woman, a woman, a woman, a woman, a girl,

Result #2

Play, adventure, searching, findig out, failure, to adapt, learning, going on, progression, reproduction, to fail, to be. This was the first solo show by the young German artist, who has lived in London since the late 1990s. Although he has never shown in the UK, his work has gained widespread recognition, thanks to his interest in contemporary art. His latest show, a collaborative show with Anya Bärts, featured his photographs of objects, mostly photographs of children, that had been found in thrift stores and auction houses. These are items that the artist had collected for display in the exhibition, but with no use or value, and he decided to turn them into art. He also used photographs found in flea markets and used them to create his own objects, which he then reproduced and transformed.The most striking thing about this show was the way the works took off from one another: On a horizontal axis, a collection of objects that had been used were arranged in a room. The walls were painted a reddish brown, and the floor was covered with grass. The grass was made of plastic and felt, and the plastic was a kind of straw, with a little green bag hanging from the straw. The objects on the floor were painted a dull gray. This combination of the material, the paint, and the nature of the objects—they were all found—exhibited the possibility of a certain playfulness.The show began with a collection of black-and-white photographs, which were hung on the wall and covered with a sticky white-brown felt. These were also found photographs, but they were placed on the floor. The photo was taken from a close-up of a human ear; the ear is covered in mud, and a small amount of dirt has been left behind. The object itself is a large black-and-white photo of the artist, who appears to be walking around the objects, and the photo is accompanied by a text describing the objects and their meaning.

Result #3

, something else. His work is as emotionally charged as it is intellectually. The construction of a New York identity is a challenge, but also a necessity. In this respect, it is a work of cultural production that has a high degree of individual identity, and the identity of the individual is an essential aspect of it. Such a work is more than a mere sign of identity. It is the artist, and, as such, he has made it a reality.

Result #4

Play, adventure, searching, findig out, failure, to adapt, learning, going on, progression, growth, experience, death, and the resulting gifts, the artistic expression, the problem, the encounter, the end, and the richness of experience, a process of development, but also a process of destruction. In the process, the artist becomes a director of the world and a witness to his own existence, a maker of images and signs, an agent of meaning in the world. In the process, he is able to transform his experience into art. The artist, in this case, is the producer, the creator, the architect, the engineer, and the architect, but also the destroyer. His own death is already an art. It is a work of art, and an artistic one at that.The exhibition of three pieces by the Polish artist Lukasz Kowalewskis, all from 1988, was particularly interesting in that the two previous shows of Kowalewskis work in Vienna, in 1988, were the same time that the artist was exhibiting in Cologne. The exhibition was also the first in a planned three-part presentation in the city of Vienna. It would be impossible to say what the artist has in common with the artist in Vienna, but they share the same interest in making visible the gap between art and life, the gap between art and the world. The result was an extremely moving exhibition, but also a very difficult one to put into words. The exhibition contained an enormous quantity of things, and this enormous quantity also made the space very claustrophobic and the installation very difficult to navigate. The physical and mental tension that Kowalewskis builds up in his installations is emphasized even more than usual. This tension is immediately apparent in the fact that the gallery is made up of three levels, with the most or least visible area situated in the middle. The most obvious example of this tension is the fact that the artist uses the walls, the floor, and the ceiling as support structures.

Result #5

Play, adventure, searching, findig out, failure, to adapt, learning, going on, progression, and change. There is a poignancy here, a hint of failure—not in the sense of failure, but simply a failure. The failure is the failure of the process. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the viewer. It is the failure of the artist and the public. It is the failure of the art itself. The failure is an epiphanic failure, a failure that is a failure. It is a failure that is also a failure of the artist and the public. It is also a failure that is both a failure and a success. The failure is not that the artist fails, but that the failure is a failure. The failure is the failure of the artist, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the viewer. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public. It is the failure of language, of the art, and of the public.