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The space was closed. Then we left. – von Calori & Maillard

by Calori & Maillard



Human knowledge is based on stories and the human brain consists of cognitive machinery necessary to understand, remember and tell stories. Humans are storytelling organisms that both individually and socially, lead stories live. Stories mirror human thought as humans think in narrative structures and most often remember facts in story form. Facts can be understood as smaller versions of a larger story thus storytelling can supplement analytical thinking.

from Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storytelling, Monday, August 20th 2012



Thursday August 16th, during the Bahnhofsviertel night in Frankfurt am Main, we heard about an art exhibition taking place in the district. While getting there we started collecting expectations and anecdotes about this exhibition from several artists.

None of these improvised storytellers had actually seen the exhibition, but they just imagined the event,  creating at each time a new image.

The stories we have been told and the hue of interpretation seemed to us fascinating and able to describe the undefinable strength to create situations out of nothing.

Later we tried to get to the exhibition, but it was closed.

The fact of having missed the exhibition is to consider as a calculation error (in time). Nevertheless plenty of possibilities arose from this error, creating an ephemeral happening.

The outcome stories are from artists who have not seen the exhibition, but imagined it following the flow of  their expectations.





“Interesting. I wish it would have been more about subculture and youth. That is what the artists are doing. And then, thanks, thanks, thanks a lot.

It was about photography, photoshop, it was about the digitized century: pixel mistakes, images that are destroyed, destroyed pixels; stupid images of how the digital world become too fast and annoying.

People staring rather bored on the photos, reflecting themselves on the glass frame.

They concentrated on the reflection of the glass, than they touched the glass and they thought „what a wonderful glass!“

Too many kids, everyone had babies: that annoys me.

Not enough alcohol.

One picture fell down because I was clumsy,

a glass broke

but it was not discovered that it was me.

Then I left.”

(Charlotte Simon)



“A white cube. Plinth. One single tortilla on the plinth. You smell Britney Spears perfume after a Mexico tour (crispy-toasted corn).”

(Russell Watson)



“She walked in, she tried to concentrate, but there was a bad lightning, she could not see, anyway, she did not want to see. A guy in the corner was chewing a piece of wood and that was disgusting. She could  not watch it anymore. She went away.”

(Luzie Meyer)


“Pretty dark

disco balls hanging

no music

no light on the disco balls

(you see them just when cars are passing by)

there is one exemplar of a magazine

it is floating in the room as in levitation 10 cm

on a pedestal made of stone”

(Aurélia Defrance)



“ Two laser-cutted architecture model, made with stripes that go up.

One architecture plan on a wall. Lot of sketches. Definitely a Must See art-chitecture”

(Laura Langer)



“There were no chewing gums, no karaoke and no misconceptions. It sounded of expectations, the temperature was dry with a forecast of strong winds from the north. Period. Ouroboros. 43 AA”

(Jol Thomson)



„Interviews. Projection of the magazine. The space is inside of a mall, a big one, and it is surrounded by brand name stores, escalators, elevators, and an emergency exit. Next to it there is a bank, with a person sitting in front waiting for someone to drop a coin. The exhibition space seemingly has white walls and plinths but they are empty. There is no food, just some beer to drink, which you have to pay for. There is a bunch of people, watching each other. No one is looking around at the artworks. The artworks are watching themselves.”

(Mahsa Saloor)



“The space was closed.

Then I left.”

(Yuki Kishino)