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'Treat Me Like Trash, Cause That's All I Am' by Adrian Altman at Galerie SPZ, Prague

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An old gate with the paint peeling off and the legend dead inside, with a slit where something’s clawing its way out. Out into a world where no one’s still alive. People ransacked the planet. Heaps of trash that you can gorge on till you bust, baby. They cut the wings off food, the “eroticism of old age”, they turned its body into sculptures and displayed them in a gallery of our downfall. You can’t have what you can’t find. You can’t use what they didn’t throw out. You’ll live, but not for long. There’s a drought, everywhere is on fire and you’re going to try to fix it. You’re naive, but determined… but when you close your eyes there are colours everywhere and music playing.

A skip that’s free to collect, a toboggan in Petynka, 40 degrees in the shade, Břevnov – Letná – Old Town Square, perfect anti-motion, Shakira, toxic raindrops, Anton vs U skřetů, a stack of bio yoghurts for 80 crowns each, mushrooms, Racio trauma, OK, all right, Vertumnus.

You spend your whole life waiting for something – anything! – to happen. And nothing does, and in the end you’re fucked.

Adrian Altman is driven by the idiocy of those who don’t get beauty, those who are into selfishness and making money. He’ll take them on again in the newly revived Club, and he won’t take shit from anyone.

4.7.19 — 31.7.19

Curated by Jakub Hošek

Photo by Jakub Hájek, Tomáš Rasl

Galerie SPZ

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'CRUSH' by Artem Briukhov at CHIRKOV Gallery, Birsk

'Burn the Rain' by Troy Barrett at Smart Objects, Los Angeles

'KALON GLAZ' by Victoria Palacios at Panamax, Liège

'Bodiesbodies', Group Show Curated by Lucrezia Galeotti and Giacomo Pigliapoco at

'la fiebre de las formas', Group Show at Colette Mariana, Barcelona

'Sunsets', Group Show at Everybody, Tucson

'Bushels of Goodness and Warmth' by Jordan Derrien at V.O Curations, London

'Etica, Tecnica e Pathos' by Marco Strappato at The Gallery Apart, Rome

'200 km/h in the Wrong Lane' by Mona Filleul at SIS123, La Chaux-de-Fonds

'Come Hell or High Water' by Rosario Aninat and Simon Shim Sutcliffe at Mutter, A

'PCS: Post Concrete Semiotics' by Skygolpe at Nighttimestory, Los Angeles

'Wardrobing' by Mitchel Cumming at Disneyland Paris, Perth

'Ouverture', Off-Site Show by Karina Azizova, Moscow-Istanbul-Paris

'Millennium Approaches' by Cole Lu at Nir Altman, Munich

'Momenti della verità' by Giulio Paolini at Galleria Massimo Minini, Brescia

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