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Madrid, España
Love or the lack of it
30 May 2015 - 27 Jul 2015
Travesía Cuatro presents the group exhibition LOVE OR THE LACK OF IT, curated by Friedrich Kunath. This exhibition explores the duality of love and the emptiness that stands on the opposite end of the spectrum, and therefore a report on the travel between these two perspectives. The removal of the mechanics of sentimentalism results in a ‘love’ that is a cold hard fact. Some works overdose on sentimentality, and others are stripped bare and only show the ruins of love. Kunath wants to know what misery looks like and at the same time how euphoria tastes.
“Loneliness remembers what happiness forgets.”
Gladys Knight
What is evidence of love?
What is an artifact of its ruin?
Is one more important than the other?
What if I find comfort in melancholy or sadness?
Is it the consolation buried within?
Can I find the intimacy in loss that others find in love?
That is, if I know real loss. I mean, I think I know real loss.
Or am I just an observer missing the true experience by romanticizing it?
And what went wrong?
And by the way, when did it become easier to say fuck you than I love you?
And why is there then something instead of nothing?
I remember you once told me ‘sometimes darkness can give you the brightest light.’
Either way, how could one ever think anything is permanent?
Love, and the lack of it…It’s all I care about.
What is an artifact of its ruin?
Is one more important than the other?
What if I find comfort in melancholy or sadness?
Is it the consolation buried within?
Can I find the intimacy in loss that others find in love?
That is, if I know real loss. I mean, I think I know real loss.
Or am I just an observer missing the true experience by romanticizing it?
And what went wrong?
And by the way, when did it become easier to say fuck you than I love you?
And why is there then something instead of nothing?
I remember you once told me ‘sometimes darkness can give you the brightest light.’
Either way, how could one ever think anything is permanent?
Love, and the lack of it…It’s all I care about.
By Friedrich Kunath