100Kilo de liberté

Dear Artist/artlover/collector As part of our project „Anonymous Resistance », in search of freedom, we are auctioning your art on the street.At Sihlhallenstrasse 7, in the middle of Zurich, we have been serving our official office for Worldwide Letter Correspondence for Freedom for two weeks now. On August 28 at the finissage, „100Kilo Freedom“ we need you, your art or your money.An auction as an action. As an artist, come over with your art and we’ll auction it for you. 100% of the profit goes to the artist. Of course! If you are interested in art or even a collector, we would be happy if you come by and bid, full of curiosity. If you are interested in the joining, please send us an email: Exformation.art@gmail.com and come by on 28 August with your work.

« I am a referenced Error » – with action Hybride

I’am a Referenced error

The duo ExFormation (with Vier Und Art) in Offline Forte Margera – Venice
The 21st of June whit the collective Action Hybride.
« The skin is a surface, an interface. For a long time, skin has been
considered as the limit of the soul, a border between being and the
world. But now technology is breaking through this layer. The skin is no longer a barrier » Sterlac
L’art du passage à l’acte… (The art of acting)
We are a performative installation. We are two bodies, back to back,
a barbed wire surrounds us without touching us. We are completely
naked and covered with newsprint that is stuck to our skin. We will be
deaf, blind, mute, filled with this paper that covers our thoughts like
the emptiness of existence. We are motionless like two statues waiting
for death. The sound of the clock becomes the echo of society, which
remembers bitterly that time is equal, that every second is valid in a
temporality. It is imposed on us that time passes. During this time, we
are present in space, little by little we undress from this burden. Through calm and slow movements we regain control over our body. Above us, a dropper pours one drop of blood per second, like the torture of the drop of water. In a soft melody we undress from the information of the infused periodic mass in our thoughts, nights and days. An appointment with madness and mass information, meeting with the memory of the history of current events. Massively spilled, the story of the human inactivated, who is a stranger to himself no longer even recognizes his body. Are we becoming a reference in censorship? Our body remembers our posture imposed by societal norms. Through large-scale dissemination we are imbued with propaganda that becomes our memory.