PAIN3 @ GAVU

𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦.Me neither. It was like a dream that you hardly remember even if you concentrate a lot. Only glimpses stay rooted and spread out all over your mind, not on the surface, but deep down the corners of it.We were in this dream and then we woke up and brand new world opened in front of us. But did we want it? Were we prepared for that? This awakening was like a sudden car crash after long distance ride on a highway. We have wounds to heal and things to fix. Did we succeed? Did I?It doesn't matter inside the existing measures and it does matter inside our own ones. Everyone of us did because we are here and we did ,something' and the moment we decided to do something we erased the opposite - nothing. And I think that's it. And it will always be enough. After all we did fucking exhibition, you know? And that's definitely something!And what about me? I did something as well. I realised that I can, I am able and the outcome is there. I realised I succeeded, I am there and there, everywhere.･ﾟﾟ･｡.(a.č) 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

┬┴┬┴┤by & with/adrian altman, josef bolf, matěj čech, alžběta čermáková, dávid čerťanský, matouš fiala, kristína fingerland, stanislava franců, ondrěj hanuš, štěpán hlaváček, jakub hošek, olga krykun, anna langová, marie paterová, david pinkava, alžběta rajchlová, adam soukup, markéta soukupová, jan soumar, samuel stano, barbora šemberová, adina šulcová, nik timková, david turek, jan vondráček, moemi yamamoto ├┬┴┬┴visuals by matěj čechtext by alžběta čermáková