Five artists organised an exhibition at an unrenovated, furnished bourgeois apartment (115-106). Instead of a predefined curatorial concept, their work process was more of a game. They conjured spirits in a haunted house. They held a competition to write the exhibition concept, but no winner was announced.
The clock struck midnight. The entity appeared, made a selfie in the mirror, then glided over to the kitchen. It packed the fridge full of ectoplasm, then lingered inside a crystal ball for a while. From there, it drifted to the hall. It ravaged the flowers and became petrified above the parquetry floor. For a while it seemed to be splitting in two, but then it dispersed. It was bouncing encrypted patterns onto the wall before moving on to play camouflage on the bookshelf. It clogged the bathtub, smudged the doorframe and left socks lying everywhere. Eventually, it dissolved into the shady nicotine-soaked walls. The clock struck midnight.