Philipp Simon
15 Orient
December 7th - February 2nd (by appointment)

Opening Reception; Saturday, December 7th, 7-10pm

As two entangled objects moved slowly apart from each other it became a painful picture: the distortion became incrementally stronger and caused a heavy tension. As the final connecting threads ripped off, a vacuum grew outwards from the center. Such an attractive void was swiftly replaced with a new object, one that would always positions itself next to emerging structural gaps. This time it got lucky. As it switched into an equal entity, the third object’s awkward position as a vacuum placeholder was soon overcome.

At a greater distance, it could be seen that the whole scenario was placed on an aerofoil moving through the stratosphere. This was distracting as there was no way to return to the narrow picture - The new vantage was ineliminable.

The air con was blowing. With every dry breath inhaled the necessary increment of oxygen was consumed and transported to the capillaries and once there, mixed with deoxygenated blood. It ran through the aorta into the vein branches to divide ATP to ADP and phosphate, thereby releasing energy that enabled the muscles to contract. Such perfection; everything was working. The blood ran back and I exhaled. And I inhaled again.

Circular and expanding structures pierced by the timeline. To understand properly, one needs to make a sideways move away from time.

Now I remember clearly, a wave dragged me deep underwater and I found myself looking upwards to the ebullient surface of the sea. Here, there was nearly no movement. It was silent. The temperature was mild and the pressure even. I measured the time passing by the frequency of the waves. From this third person perspective, the continuum no longer applied to me - at least until my own frequency of respiration called me back into the mainstream.

Nonetheless, these exclusive positions always existed as a kind of white noise around the central flow. They were locally unstable yet globally stable, hard to access and maintain, and yet they existed and provided a sort of compensation for the relentless proceeding.

The most striking structures were constantly oscillating between a participatory inside and an observational outside, like a prisoner who turned into a warden and vice versa. Both had their own independent goals, the prisoner wanted to be free, the warden wanted to keep the prisoner locked up, yet both were most successful when appropriating the other’s intentions. Incidentally, the prisoner was also well advised to place himself next to structural gaps, as a third object.

For more information please contact the gallery:

15 Orient Gallery
15 Orient Avenue,
Brooklyn, NY 11211
303-803-4347 • •