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Kombucha brewers @ Mezzanine Sky - Dzialdov Berlin - August 2017

People: Alexandra Collins and @ovjoakane Photos: Matteo Visentin

Transparent pelican mouth

Can I (admire) the piece of meat from the beasties beck?

How to bare out the inside out?

The fabrics here are still with life

Sewing (said in your voice) each other into one another’s

life like us.

Over there I can hear water but I don’t want to touch the beast.

She is the chosen one with nails blinking dashes of colour

go touch the wet placenta – touching it in front of one other.

There are so many things that hold us together. What is it to expose them?

I can see inside.

I want to strap you in with colour

the presence of bursting

the possible delicate moments

upon chipped vanished planks and and a cold cold floor.

So many basements can become bewitching.

I almost want to chew you but my nose tells me sharp lies

This beast with no eyes or mouth

Is it aware of us? Our eyes? Our mouths? Of the things we speak?

Does it know that we could drink from its incubational fluids?

The rituals of flesh.

The internal on the out

The joys of uncertainty.

The never ending mezzanine skies.

Holly

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Wellen auf knochenloser Oberfläche

With Pietro Agostoni, Aanjali Fernando, Gaya, Arleta 

Gebicki, Tobias Gratz, Irene Joa, Jucélio Matos, Ester 

Mazzoni, Frank Nachtigal, Marco Pezzotta, Robert, 

Matteo Visentin, Sara Woldeslassie, Tea

Ripples on boneless surface

Collage 2♡♡8daughters

Photos by Tobias Gratz

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Duve, Berlin - 2016

Photos: Bennie Julian Gay People: Jana Donis, Aanjali Fernando, Matteo Visentin, Sara Woldeslassie

Cycling handmade clothes and accessories displayed in an installation

of three photo backdrops with variable dimension for Iris Touliatou’s

solo show Can You Wash The Water

From skin to skin.

Forget to vaccinate your body & instead melt yourself with a skinny skin.

Shifting through an environmentalist’s watch that looks onto foamy time.

Stretch your own boundaries with a daily practice that humanizes objects,

shift every moment into subjects. Refreshing with armpit sweat the stinky

oil that greased cyclist lovers’ smiles, cars stink!

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Cyclists crash into a roll of a photo shoot that consists

of smashed jelly on PVC plastic foil filled with polyamide,

synthetic and cotton mesh, mosquito net, polyester, Hi-Vis/

reflecting textile, foam rubber, laser edged rubber, neoprene,

velcro, zip, synthetic organza, fake leather, fake neoprene,

cotton jersey, elastane, spray paint, elastic string, textile print,

silver paint, lackmarker, plastic string, hair, dishwashing and

hand soap, water, EL wire, inner part of cyclist helmet, kneepads,

bike reflector, copper pigment, indigo watercolor, reclaimed

and customized baseball caps, jackets, sweaters and shirts.

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ℏ∂ℓƒ 00ƒ mℯ

Berlin↝Sidney - 2016

In centrefold of Beth Dillon‘s publication Should I have stayed home, and thought of here?

Launched at her same named show 55 Sydenham Rd Marrickville NSW 2204 AU

The riso-printed publication is available for $10 !

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Pℴℓℯ Pℴℓℯ

Tile Project Space, Milan - 2015

Two-days workshop and exhibition submerged in the fog Soundrack by Charlotte Simon (Les Truc, MMODEMM)

Pℴℓℯ Pℴℓℯ slows down the space that surrounds us: by extending socially recognizable events, by practicing waiting, being inhabitants of a landscape that consists between you and others.

Together we were shaping performative sculptures, we constructed two pounds, we demolished a soil mountain and made mud with water coloured by natural elements. We were balancing soil sculptures on our curves, bones and clothes. Then we removed or cut away what we were wearing.

Pℴℓℯ Pℴℓℯ in Swahili means slowly, gently, softly, quietly, be calm, take it quietly, don’t excite yourself, never mind.

340kg~ soil from an urban garden, fog-machine, water, reclaimed Kenyan advertising banner, two plastic sheets, material stored in the gallery space, mungo beans and lentils seeds and sprouts, turmeric, blue and red frozen berries, 450W speakers, miniprojector and videoprojector, lighters. Work-jumpers, participant’ clothes and a selection from our clothes-pieces archive.

Massive thanks and hug to all the participants and performers:

Alice Bachmann, Aurora Bertoli, Nicole Colombo, Francesco Costanzo, Annalisa Deligia, Luca Loreti, Giovanni Riggio.

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ⅅirtyℳ℮ss

L’Atelier-ksr, Berlin – 2015

Open Call three days workshop for Dirty Wellness Curated by Francesca Zedtwitz-Arnim and Liam Tickner Special Guest: Clara Maria Alisch

ⅅirtyℳ℮ss analyses the production space: a tiny room hosts about ten people who are busy in different activities at the same time. The leitmotiv is making wearable objects. The surrounding and the tools coordinate the people in a choreography with(out) dance. These movements slow down the act of producing while the makers are unwittingly constructing their living space.

In a tiny basement a sewing machine is on, underneath it a Korg Kaoss Pad 3 twists the sound from videos played by the participants, who are passing each other and record the scene with a Mini-DV-Camcorder. Neo-workers or improvised actors are browsing the fabrics: organic cotton, reclaimed fabrics and textile materials from previous projects.

They cut their patterns as they outline their space, in the middle of the floor there are hotplates and a storm of pots, spoons, strings, ropes mesh with water and natural dye elements, as black beans, turmeric, berries. Sweet perfumes rise up with the vapor while textile dying, and then drying hung from a rope who cuts the room. Crumbs of fruits sticked to the wet clothes and colored drops are waiting for the next meeting while some finished clothes go home with their makers.

Participants <3 : Karim Alameddine, Anonymous, Bianca Dang, Nola Diekel, Beth Dillon, Witalij Frese, Mattia Norbiato, Maurizio Sorsi, Cristiano Tassinari, Matteo Visentin.

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Our wonderfulll performers Charlotte Klaas, Nola Diekel, Tobias Gratz, Linnea Sassen, Matteo Visentin, rotated Derek's Kebab at the opening of Dirty Wellness. A group show curated by Francesca Zedtwitz-Arnim and Liam Tickner at L'Atelier-ksr, Berlin, 2015.

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The office, the no pain, the 1/2 dancer and the 1/2 dj

OUR NEW ☾ EAR ☽ MIX danced in Office du Pain at Frankfurt am Main

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One day workshop during Yslands, curated by Almanac Projects, Almanac INN, Turin - 2014

The workshop lasted 6 hours with doors open, the participants could come and join whenever they want. In the meanwhile Gesuco Razzati rehearsed the soundtrack for Tabu by Murnau. During this evening the outfits for Vecchio Merda Danz Band’s performance at Centrale Fies were produced.

How is the shore who divides us?

A workshop that splits a single action in a coordination of slabs. Two islands are brushing against each other, one is a sewing machine on a market trolley, the other is an office desk with wheels. Their slabs are getting closer to each other, floating connections run by electric long cables. Their borders are touching, wooden sound, the machine is sewing a dress on the body of who wears it. The action is broken down between a group of people, the procedure of construction of the shell requests the coordination of everyone involved in it. The space is circumscribed by sail textiles, the sails trembles as the air pass from the courtyard to the street.

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☁ Waterfalls

Workshop made during the opening of Hello World! Curated by Zoe Marden and Cat Turner, L’Atelier-ksr, Berlin - 2014

Big pieces of textiles are sewn together as three huge rolls that fall down from the upper rail of the gallery. During the opening the visitors pull this waterfall ribbons of textile in their continuing roll; the rolls are passing through some tables with a mirror on top. They cut the installation that at the same time function as a screen for Derek Di Fabio’s videos, to sew together clothes for themselves. In the end the waterfalls disappear as there is no fabric left.

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F◯RCELLA

Performance in a song by clothes for Isamit Morales' Alps Covers Tour - 2014

Private venue, Corso Giulio Cesare, Torino SOAP, Milano Sonnenstube, Lugano

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Poster-documentation of LET'START'START workshop. Exhibited at the finnissage of Let the stars sit wherever they will, solo show by Matteo Rubbi at Studio Guenzani, Milan 2014.

1 Day: ZOOM IN & ZOOM OUT 2 Day: Environment Take-Away 3 Day: Walking-Talking-Collecting

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WORKSHOP LET'START'START  

Matteo Rubbi invited us to do a workshop as part of his show - Studio Guenzani, Milan - Italy.

One of his works is an installation of little concrete mountains, models of the Alps in miniature scale.

DAY ONE

Zoom-in and zoom-out

We recognise different unities if we zoom out from where we are.  The Alps are form a unit of mountains because we regard them from space.

We outline different groups if we can see them from far away;  we can distinguish different units if we aren't absorbed in an environment.

If we zoom-in we will loose the definition of units,  we glimpse parts of the differences in each of the people who are living together.

If we zoom-in more and more, we will arrive at the dimension of atoms and may get totally lost.

For his last show at Studio Guenzani, Matteo brought all the elements of the periodic table into the gallery space. Each element was represented by an everyday object  that contains traces of this element.

Chemical reactions turn substances into another states.

Our everyday life and our own organisms are composed of water.

With the participants we attempted to compose an ideal human unit,  taking the shape of mountains or towers.

Water mixed with textile colours in plastic cups were used to pass on this effort and to communicate the actions of the participants to each other.

The workshop ended with a chemical experiment: using everyday daily substances,  we produced foam and liberated oxygen from hydrogen peroxide.

The contents inside the bottle slowly exploded into the room,  forming a coloured cloud that disappeared at the same time as it grew.

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Thanks to Heriel Di Fabio, theatre-circus student, to help us out with the human structures.

Three new white jumpers were presented and then coloured during this workshop.

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Materials:

- Room covered with plastic sheets, found fabrics, towels.

- Silk colours and water

- Tapes and glasses

- Substances for the chemical experiment

Duration:

An hour and a half.

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DAY TWO

  Environment take away

Everything around us can be used. We invited the participants to work with the environment of the previous day to make an object that could be completed by an action made by someone.

It could be something to wear, an object to be held, or a sculpture that could be moved, ...

The participants were divided in small groups of three; every ten minutes a group switched to work on the object that another group made earlier.

At certain points many of the objects were tied to a person and the workshop developed though improvisations, from a karaoke to a fight between a couple of participants balancing on the shoulders of others.

Materials:

- Everything from the day before

Duration:

- Two hours

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DAY THREE

Walking Talking Collecting http://2008wtc.tumblr.com/  

Turning the usual timeline of a workshop upside down, the future is our present and tomorrow is today.

Researching what already happened and knowing what's going on now is fundamental in a practice;

it is not about trends but about empathy with other researchers and being open to sharing with them.

Searching develops our sight sense of things and places we pass through daily. Searching for oversight in a practice opens new possible directions.

We walked from the gallery space to the Isola quarter, where Sprint, a festival of independent editions and art books, was just starting.

Isola quarter is an area in Milan that is increasingly affected by gentrification.

During the walk we invited the participants to collect pictures and objects that could be the beginning of their new works or post-souvenirs of the three days together.

The workshop ended when we arrived at the festival and the materials collected were shown on http://2008wtc.tumblr.com/, to be launched at Matteo's finissage.

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We'd like to continue the experience of WTC in future workshops.

(Photo by Margherita & Lorenza)

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SHOOTING HILLS 24 October 2013 

Digital picture, part of the documentation of a workshop curated by Almanac Projects at Shooters Hill College, London 2013. Derek wrote a story about study the architecture using fear.  It's a short story on the sense of nose, on being “unfocused”, on love for the fire that has its own gravity. We divided the story in sentences and spread them between little groups of students who acted the phrases. 

Study the architecture using fear.  Houses need fences, iron on windows, double glass, doors and more doors, he is afraid to forget his keys, a friend has a tic, he nervously and periodically checks if he still has his phone, wallet and keys. In his pocket he forgets his tissues that mince into crumbles living near his privates. Pockets are his ears, facing inside, they are hang loose between his steady jeans and his embarrassing underwear. The firemen will take down one door, and then the other door. He fell asleep reading a table on the aroma compounds of different gasses. He smiled while reading it, he found the relation of the dangerous gas to the flavours of rose, apple and strawberry amusing. Like at the colour mall, when he was browsing the names of wall paints, imagining an avalanche living room. Then they are in front of your room door, which is burning, it is pretty, its lock is crispy and then melts, drop by drop, the inner part of the door is not made of wood, more card-board, and it is flame friendly. They didn't think about this renewing the house, it was incredible cheap on those super thin and glued-together catalogue pages. Different colours can come up from catalogue pages depending on the inks they used. The firewoman is outside the door; when she was moving houses, she would took the door of the toilet to go out instead of the front door. She blushed as she hit the door with her nose, it was mainly made out of glass and it squeaked a bit on their meeting. Her sense of smell was great then she became a chain smoker, she lost it and she start to look for a new one, without the will leave her smoke cloud. Her teenage dream was to become a perfumer because she really loves the hairy flesh fold between arms and body. She lost her nose and she started to hold on to things. When you touch something it is easy to feel its smell, rubbing a subject its molecules fly through the air, where the nose hunts them down. No scrubs for her external parts, her skin is soft and smooth, lovers like to caress it, soft as ash. She joined the firefighters for fire’s sake:  fire has its own gravity and its own breath, it can not live without oxygen. Ash was her skin, smooth and soft.