Certainly certainly I look at the screen of my phone and I notice something in the corner of my eye. A cloud of grey smoke comes out of the grey coat of a lady nearby. It vanishes before I turn my head. Surely it is a figment of my imagination. Her hair is Clinton like futurist nostalgia, formed as the pinnacle of her triangular shape. Her eyes seem aware of the smoke and her body language tries to cover the eruption with clear and honest movements. When I close my eyes for a moment I can see Clintons well rehearsed smile and laughter, a successor of many previous versions: the art of it lies in making it extend to the eyes, to make them wide, to lean forward the right amount... I can see this in the lady's face, but only for seconds before we enter the train. Von meinem Rhino gesendet

Thanks to Henning & Philipp

show in frankfurt with pure fiction, work with Dan Kwon throughout the room