EXHIBITION 

..FROM THAT PLACE, AS SOON AS MY EYES ARE OPEN, I CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE. NOT THAT I AM NAILED DOWN BY IT, SINCE AFTER ALL, I CAN NOT ONLY MOVE, SHIFT, BUT I CAN ALSO MOVE IT, SHIFT-IT, CHANGE ITS PLACE; THE ONLY THING IS THIS: I CANNOT MOVE WITHOUT IT. I CANNOT LEAVE IT THERE WHERE IT IS SO THAT I, MYSELF, MAY GO ELSEWHERE. I CAN GO TO THE OTHER END OF THE WORLD; I CAN HIDE IN THE MORNING UNDER THE COVERS AND MAKE MYSELF AS SMALL AS POSSIBLE. I CAN EVEN LET MYSELF MELT UNDER THE SUN AT THE BEACH-IT WILL ALWAYS BE THERE. WHERE I AM. IT IS HERE IRREPARABLY: IT IS NEVER ELSEWHERE. MY BODY, IT’S THE OPPOSITE OF UTOPIA: THAT IS NEVER UNDER DIFFERENT SKIES. IT IS THE ABSOLUTE PLACE, THE LITTLE FRAGMENT OF SPACE WHERE I AM, LITERALLY, EMBODIED. MY BODY, PITILESS PLACE…

RAPTURE!

PHOTOGRAPHY BY ANDREAS ROED and Arthur Sopin
Text: Michel Foucault, “Utopian Body”