Dancing on the Ceiling: Art & Zero Gravity, is a major group exhibition in which contemporary artists explore—and on occasion recreate—the condition of weightlessness on earth. The exhibition will present the work of multiple national and international artists, including three newly commissioned pieces for the exhibition. Distributed throughout the public spaces in the building the exhibition is itself un-tethered from the confines of the traditional gallery exhibition paradigm.

Arts Catalyst • Benjamin Bergmann • Denis Darzacq • Edith Dekyndt • Chris Doyle • William Forsythe • Julia Fullerton-Batten • Thom Kubli • Tomás Saraceno • Jane & Louise Wilson • Xu Zhen

Dancing on the Ceiling will bring together artworks that use the metaphor of floating or weightlessness as an expression of the relationship of the individual to social, political or personal contexts. In addition, several of the pieces relate to lightness as akin to an agility of mind, freed of entrenched perspectives.

Curated by Kathleen Forde, Curator of Time-Based Arts, the exhibition will be accompanied by an exhibition catalog including essays by Italo Calvino as well as interviews with commissioned artists Chris Doyle and Thom Kubli.

The exhibition is also contextualized by a series of related performances, talks, films, and events; see the schedule for complete information.

Robert Longo, “Men in the Cities”, 1980s

NB: Don’t miss Aaron Schuster’s essay on levitation, love, and space sex in SB5!

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David AKA Baibar comes from Andalucia. Jaen, a little town surrounded by mountains. He is one of the few local tattoo artists. Actually he most certainly is the best there. But thinking of it, he might be the best of Audalucia. He now also guests at LTW Barcelona. Sharing a booth next to Jondix. Watching David work reminded me of some of the world’s best Artists. He just knows, make you think he just reveals forms that are already there. After all, maybe he is one of the best in Spain. Hidden treasure. Says Jondix. The only reason why we will not know if he is one of the best of the world is that he doesn’t care. It is all about good work, not fame, not being presumptuous and starve for recognition. David also makes some amazing-looking and incredibly good tattoo machnes. He knows about the fabrication of Damascus steel, brutality & subtlety. With their Steam-Punk look, between bio-mechanical exoskeleton & industrial relique. Some treasures must remain hidden but deserve a legend.

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Thank you Elisa for the invites and the fun time & gorgeous food! Next night was crazy too but I gotta find some time to write about it. Last weekend in Milano was overall crazy!

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5 tons to bring to the storage. Hard work with Jeanne-Salomé, Florence et Stella!

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Thanks to Eugenia & Pierre we’ve now got an SB London launch venue.

Details shortly.

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During the stretching sessions of my dance courses, I often happen to broadcast Grace Jones’ Corporate Cannibal piece and while working on the elongation of specific muscles & muscle group, I ask my students to focus on the experience of fascination, which I interpret to be at the crossroads of the imaginary and the corporeal.
Rather than asking how one would have to define the ontological status of fascination, I actually wonder why fascination proves to be a paradigm “par excellence” to cover, that is to say, both nominate and legitimate, contemporary artistic experience?

Pleased to meet you, pleased to have you on my plate
your meat is sweet to me
your destiny
your fate

you’re my life support, your life is my sport

I’m a man-eating machine
I’m a man-eating machine

you won’t hear me laughing, as i terminate your day
you can’t trace my footsteps, as i walk the other way

i can’t get enough prey, pray for me
i can’t get enough prey, pray for me
(i’m a man-eating machine)
corporate cannibal, digital criminal
corporate cannibal, eat you like an animal

employer of the year, grandmaster of fear
my blood flows satanical,
mechanical, masonical and chemical
habitual ritual

i’m a man-eating machine
i’m a man-eating machine

i deal in the market, every man, woman and child is a target
a closet full of faceless nameless pay more for less empitness

i’ll make you scrounge, in my executive lounge
you pay less tax, but i’ll gain more back

my rules, you fools

we can play the money game
greedgame, power game, stay insane
lost in the cell, in this hell
slave to the rhythm of the corporate prison

i’m a man-eating machine…
i can’t get enough prey
pray for me
corporate cannibal…
digital criminal…

i’ll consume my consumers, with no sense of humour
i’ll give you a uniform, chloroform
sanatize, homogenize, vaporize… you

i’m the spark, make the world explode
i’m a man-eating machine, i’ll make the world explode
corporate cannibal…

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