Eclipse: Breakfast in the Grass

The artists are loudly declaring two consistent questions: "Was ist Kitsch? Was ist Kunst?" as a statement, aimed at the institutional critique of art, while putting condoms on plastic penises arranged in the gallery space.

On the other hand, it could be various animals that we feel differently when they move over the body, and their orifices feel differently. The tickling of feathers, the scales sharpening, claws stitching, teeth biting, a thrill of little legs, the jelly of the epidermis, the softness of skin. Or did the twinkling of things on your body stir up the thought of objects that would remind you little organisms which were embedded in each square millimetre of your skin to continue boring? However, could you determine the crowd of varieties that were forced upon you, drove your passion with your senses or perception, I ask you. No, never... OK, you said, but then an unknown force grabbed you and started pulling with great speed without you releasing where it was taking you. You had the feeling that you were rushing towards a centre, which was absorbing you. You didn't realise that the force was taking you to me, in my home... more...