Felix Riemann, Marco Spörle, Tobias Willmann at Garret Grimoire / Vienna

Felix Riemann, Marco Spörle, Tobias Willmann 

20 march – 22 april

 Felix Riemann

Marco Spörle
Marco Spörle
Marco Spörle
Marco Spörle
Marco Spörle
Marco Spörle
 Felix Riemann 
 Felix Riemann 
 Marco Spörle
 Marco Spörle
 Tobias Willmann 
  Tobias Willmann 
 Tobias Willmann 

Fotos: Flavio Palasciano


Scene from Omega Point Restaurant 

Here nothing unfolds or at least not much.
Time doesn’t process,
It is not that kind of establishment.
Yet here we are at closing time. 

The very large neon outside,
Flickers S.O.S. towards the horizon,
But nobody registers 
It means something different every time: 
Stimulate Our Synapses. 
Shaken Or Stirred? “Stasis!“, 
Ouroboros slurred. 

The universe has developed a taste for consciousness,
hat most acquired taste. It is a dish, they say,
Best served relatively warm, ideally, 
At somewhere around 300 kelvins.
But the local specialty is memories. Pickled and
Well preserved. 

Expire they do not, but their quality sort of
Starts to shit. Now they seem stretched,
Diluted into thin red. 
This red, it is wafer-thin. 

For your entertainment, a screen in the back.
he revolution is being televised. Beyond the screen 
– Nothing!
Here, all possibilities are always pure acedia.
No hands pick up these utensils, only eyes
Regarding. 

 Wieland Rambke & Lian Rangkuty