Time Machine will tell
A text scratching the surface of the homonymous exhibition. Time machine will tell consisted of a two weeks residence inside Sylvester Gallery (gent).
Time machine will tell
My dearest colleagues Jari Rijckaert, Kevin Vergult and Robbe De Pestel have been occupying the All-In-One artspace Sylvester. Which is ran by the eclectic Vincent Laute, Aka ‘Blue cap, trenchcoat’. During this two-week Threesome a set of happy paintings came to fruition. Fuelled by Premium Pils and each other’s présence these Lil yachty loving, saggy pants, puff puff passers embarked on a Postmodern trip. Using scraps, junk and gunk to their advantage they didn’t spare as much as a single square centimetre of the space. Leaving a grubby room, giving many a domestic nightmare.
Sylvester Gallery transformed to a schoolyard sandbox. All kids using the same tools to improve or destroy the creations of the others. The amount of action stained the walls and eyes of the passers-by. The first in a zombie formalist manner, the latter like going to the Zoo and having monkey faeces hurled at you. The sheer incomprehension of those looking through the window almost equals the dominant position of Club Brugge in the champions league.
Amidst this chaos and entropy of practices my voice tried to poke their irritable spots. To shake the hornets’ nest. The paper based structure inside the exhibition might look like one but don’t be fooled. It’s a big doobie with a whole lot of ZAZA.
After scouring each floor tile and wall we are left with a set of paintings, trembling with PTSD. As Luc de Vos puts it: ‘De oorlog is voorbij en de schapen zijn geteld’.