Soul Frequencies at 193 Gallery, Venice

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Soul Frequencies
193 Gallery, Venice
Photo: Gabriele Bortoluzzi

Mehdi-Georges Lahlou
De la Conférence des Palmiers, totem dattier (From the Palm Conference: Date Palm Totem), 2024 Earthenware, stoneware, ink, wool, metal

Untitled (Maynada Mangoes), 2017
Graphite, acrylic, gesso, enamel paint, ink and xerography on paper.

“… In their extension, Adler Guerrier’s photographs, capturing the vegetation of Miami’s urban gardens, shift this idea of community toward an expanded temporality: enhanced with painted color forms named after other geographies (Gris Bamako, Rose Passada), they suggest discreet presences, like traces of souls or markers of community. In the heart of the city, the garden becomes a site of projection and patience—a space where something is cultivated beyond the human scale, a promise of continuity, perhaps a dream of Eden, in any case a form of transcendence.

Through these practices, Soul Frequencies sketches a sensitive cartography in which music acts as a principle of circulation and persists as vibration. From one gesture to another, from one image to the next, a shared space emerges where everyday life—sometimes tested—quietly opens onto elsewhere. Perhaps this is where the strength of this gathering of artists lies: in its ability to bring forth, at the very heart of the real, forms of displacement—escapes, breaths—where art, like music, reveals what is common to us and opens up the possibility of making community.”

operate within it

… Perhaps this, my skin engulfed
in morning dew and music,
is the true human romance.
Immune to purpose.

Ashna Ali

“AI-generated images no longer serve as evidence of anything, having been detached from their material origin. Imagine, then, the surprise of Maja Malou Lyse upon learning that the viewing of pornography through VR technology enhances male fertility by as much as 50%, as recent studies suggest. Fertility, futurity, and pornography thus become deeply entangled.

Maja Malou Lyse has conceived a paradoxical environment that suggests we are not simply at the end of the image, but at the beginning of a new world in which images persist, yet their meaning, function, and credibility are fundamentally altered. In her work, images no longer describe reality; they operate within it. Images function as an affective technology: they produce sensations, they produce time, they produce the species. They are rehearsals for possible futures rather than records of the present.

Chus Martínez, Curator via kunst.dk

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it fills him with a great and irresistible longing, the bright, leaping colour, the blast of warmth to his face, the array of fascinating implements to stoke and poke and grip.

It seems extraordinary to him to be in such close proximity to a creature which is so emphatically from another element, from wind or sky or perhaps even myth.

can usually be persuaded with a few words

(Maggie O’Farrell)

there I shall be

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The Morning Star flies from the clouds and the bird cries to the dawn.
Amaryllis, awake! Lead your snowy sheep to pasture while the cold grass glitters with white dew.
To-day I will pasture my goats in a shady valley, for later it will be very hot.
Among those distant hills lies a very great valley cut by a fair stream.
Here there are cold rills and soft pasture and the kind wind engenders many-coloured flowers.
Dear, there I shall be alone, and if you love me, there you will come alone also.

Fête Gallante, Marcantonio Flaminio, translated from Latin by Richard Aldington


Fêtes Vénitiennes, Jean-Antoine Watteau. 1718-1719

celebrate with me

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Chicle y Polvo, Tunnel Projects.


won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

won’t you celebrate with me, Lucille Clifton