Here’s Looking At You Press Release

MG_6022Lychee One

Private View October 11th 18.30pm
Virgile Ittah + Kai Yoda

Here’s Looking At You
October 12 – November 12 2014

With an accompanying text by Alexander García Düttmann


Hanging lightly in the air, rippling in the wind, catching the sun in the fine threads. The spider sits in the middle of her web – round black body and limbs outstretched. The web extends around her, encircling her and marking the space she owns. The centre is the massive body surrounded by delicate orbiting threads.
Sun sits in the middle of our planetary system as other bodies fall into gravitational orbits. Planets have their own satellites, which in turn, may have satellites of their own. The system is constantly eating eatself. Everything is falling towards the centre in an infinite spiral.
As the first prey sticks to the invisible threads the enormous body at the centre of the web lunges at its victim. We now see two objects interacting via the threads that form this carnivorous network. She slowly wraps the prey in a silk cocoon – using her threads to mark her property. When he is completely encased, she takes him towards the centre where the two bodies will join during the feeding.
The earth is constantly falling towards the sun and will one day be consumed in its fiery expansion into its own solar web. But there is not always an object at the centre. Let’s not forget that our milky splashing ecstatic galaxy is held together by the force of a deep void – a black hole.
We circle around its outstretched legs as the very gravity of this object pulls us ever closer through its revolving arms. It is so powerful that entire solar systems are stretched into its gaping mouth and consumed at the speed of light.
These systems repeat each other on every size and level. It applies to a scale so large that we cannot even conceive of its meas- urements. It applies to the spider as well as the atoms that make up our human bodies.
As the soft fabric grazes the side of my face – hanging lightly in the air, rippling in the wind, catching the sunlight in its fine threads – it touches the static objects with a delicate touch of its fingertips. Where is she? The owner of this web?
As you see the fallen gazes, the bodies melting into themselves. Nearly like us, but not quite. It strikes that they are the prey, and you are the spider. Devouring them with eyes like sword. Cocooning, running through the white threads, becoming one. Eatself.

“In fact, for academic men to be happy, the universe would have to take shape. All of philosophy has no other goal: it is a matter of giving a frock coat to what is a mathematical frock coat. On the other hand, affirming that the universe resembles nothing and is only formless amounts to saying that the universe is something like a spider or spit.”- Georges Bataille

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