Michaela Younge, Rhys Coren

gegenüber (this fear of emptiness)

23.7.-15.8.2026

23.7.2026, 5-8pm

 

All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.

– Flannery O’Conner

 

Sometimes, you recognize truth because it destroys you for a bit.

Akwaeke Emezi Freshwater

 

To be truly radical is to make hope possible rather than despair convincing.

– Raymond Williams Ressources of Hope

 

Driving down on a a fall afternoon into the quiet centre of things.

– Lazar Berman The Double Bell of Heat

 

I want to put you in a vase so you stay fresh, but I’ve wondered off, and now nobody knows

where I am.

Maren Kames Luna Luna

 

Beauty is that which deviates from the norm.

Hans Werner Henze

 

It’s easy to tell the dirtiest minds—look for the cleanest fingernails.

-Ottessa Moshfegh Eileen

 

What is at stake in the current enthusiasm for participatory art is nothing less than the the social contract itself.

– Claire Bishop Artificial Hells

 

The world is an illusion, and living is dreaming, I muttered. Yet blood runs and tears gush forth.

– Han Kang Greek Lessons

 

Reality is like a stoned pimp on a night of thunderstorms.

– Roberto Bolaño 2666

 

And they’ve dragged me into this fucking schizo-culture, snarling and spitting and walking around on curled knuckles.

David Wojnarowicz The Waterfront Journals

 

Hardly anyone judges when a girl goes her own way. Believe me, boy, heavy lies the head that wears the Birkin.

– Kitschkrieg feat. Blumengarten & Shirin David Gut Genug

 

Stones. Even my eyes. Stones, even the damp air. Stones, my cry; rocks, my mouth.

Badr Shakir as-Sayyab Weil ich fremd bin

 

Is there any such thing as a brain that hasn’t been brainwashed? If anything, it’s easier to go insane in the way best suited for your world.

– Sayaka Murata Vanishing World

 

It comes as a relief when our romantic relationships reconfigure around regressive ideas about gender.

– Anika Jade Levy Flat Earth

 

Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.

– Virginia Woolf To The Lighthouse

 

I stayed quiet and took my time over a cigarette, watching him coming and going, this way and that, knowing he was wasting his time, that he would come back, tired and thirsty, not having found the gates of heaven, among all that smoke and all those people.

– Julio Cortàzar Las puertas del cielo