Accidental Encounters curated by Hyperlink at GRACE, Athens

Published May 21, 2018

Co-Buddy (Iain Ball & Valinia Svoronou), *Confidence has no competition orb*, 2018

*Accidental encounters*, 2018, installation view

Iain Ball, *Lutetium Hyperflag 1, 2, & 3*, 2018

Evi Kalogiropoulou, *Cynisca is said to be a boy Vol5*, 2018

Alexandra Koumantaki, *Neo Grotto*, 2018

Yannis Voulgaris, *B Vitamins and other additives*, 2018

Lea Collet and Marios Stamatis — Lea Collet & Marios Stamatis, *Our phones trace the paths we walk together*, 2018

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Lea Collet & Marios Stamatis, Dita, 2018

Dimitris Gketsis, *Burning Desire*, 2018

Clifford Sage, *ProDancer DanceAcademy Torridon*, 2018

Accidental Encounters

Iain Ball, Co-Buddy (Iain Ball & Valinia Svoronou), Lea Collet & Marios Stamatis, Dimitris Gketsis, Hypercomf, Evi Kalogiropoulou, Alexandra Koumantaki, Yorgos Papafigos, Clifford Sage, Pavlos Tsakonas, Yannis Voulgaris

Curated by Hyperlink

GRACE, Athens

April 26 – May 14, 2018

What is the possibility of finding something into nothing? Where nothing assume a dazzling void. Empty and disorientating. Imagine holding a compass being in reverse polarity state. It is making me nervous because this is the start of a fly away condition. How far away? What kind of motions? Circular I assume. But the compass is giving out erratic data. It jumps around, it spins like it is on a pole. What is the possibility of finding something into nothing? One move forward and the void becomes a quantum of forms popping up: tunnels, funnels, alleys, cones, honeycombs, lattices and spirals. All ethereal and compact. An ecstatic nimbus is floating above me. The void loses its smoothness, it becomes less and less disorientating. As I am getting closer more forms start to appear: gratings, layers, axes, symmetries and asymmetries. Is my vision now enlarged or narrowed? I find myself between so many directions. Zoom in or zoom out? How this infinity should be treated? What is this void I find myself within, is it a space yet to come, a form of negation, a visual hallucination or simply non-existence? My compass still jumps around. It doesn’t matter, now I have some landmarks. The void makes an excellent landmark. BOOMERANG!