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Adam Martin, Alexis Kanatsios, Anabel Robinson, Eric Schmid, Jasper Jordan Lang, Jordan Wolfson, Lei Lei Kung, Mike Kelley, Nik Lee, Spencer Lai & Xavier Vasco, 'More Love', installation view..

Installation view.

Nik Lee, Untitled, 2021. Acrylic on canvas, 76.2 x 101.6 cm.

Mike Kelley, Little Friend, 2007. Interactive toy (collaboration with Perks and Mini), dimensions variable.

Installation view.

Spencer Lai, untitled, 2021. Found light fixture, balsa wood, plastic sheeting, beads, newspaper, staples, glue, gold leaf, dyed ostrich feathers, dimensions variable.

Eric Schmid, Seven Camps of Social Ideologies, 2022. Text, 21 x 30 cm.

Alexis Kanatsios, Protect from Harm, 2022. Waterslide decals on cotton, wood, 137 x 82 cm.

Installation view.

Jordan Wolfson, Feeling Love, 2019. Vinyl decal, 26 x 8 cm.

Jasper Jordan-Lang, WAP(2) - 06(3), 2022. Polyurethane, acrylic, soil, 33.5 x 39.5 cm.

Adam Martin, We Do Miracles, 2022. Digital visual novel, monitor, cpu, USB mouse, desktop speakers, dimensions variable.

We Do Miracles, detail.

Lei Lei Kung, Exile, 2022. Oil on canvas, 87 x 82 cm.

Installation view.

Xavier Vasco, Speakeasy, 2022. PLA, timber, 14 x 18 cm.

Spencer Lai, untitled (variation 3: apple green), 2022. LED light fixture, balsa wood, beads, staples, glue, dyed ostrich feathers, dimensions variable.

Anabel Robinson, Wet Hair, 2022. Ink, enamel, latex, oil and beeswax on canvas, 170 x 130 cm.

Alexis Kanatsios, Mike Kelley, Lei Lei Kung, Spencer Lai, Jasper Jordan Lang, Nik Lee, Adam Martin, Anabel Robinson, Eric Schmid, Xavier Vasco, Jordan Wolfson, 'More Love'.

4 - 19 Jun 2022

The sky here is violet and there are no lies. A sign reads: “For the Amelioration of the Condition of the Wounded and Sick: you have stumbled upon a place that is not for respite”. Choose to enter? //<yes/no>//. Between edges, rounded into a plushness, lies a mindframe... it’s a lifestyle... a grindset built on protruding abrasions. In the corner some debased thing begs for more and more... Love? It puts out for you, repeatedly presenting itself with an uncanny magnetism - somehow it stings, but the copulation continues. The key is to fight it and then to give; drain, succumb and then fight it some more. The creature is always hungry, each time malnourishment sporadically gapes wide, it demands replenishment.

In ideal love one evaporates through attention; in more love one is caught in limbo.
You feed for what feels like years, loving the brute until... floating sediment, dancing in a crack of light, abruptly releases you into the sensation of the sun’s heat, reviving your gaunt soma. Exhausted and depleted, you stumble and collapse into elastic cobblestone, the sound of a Wah-wah pedal emerging from nothing and becoming pleasantly deafening, wrapping you in its funky warmth. The Wahs muddle into a scape of feedback and rearranges into lower harmonies – further back and faster through the thresholds which inhibit them. The pulsations become smooth, and the smoothness becomes a weapon in the inferno of the same. Shaken from your trance, the oxygen feels cleaner amongst inherited furnishings and your sharehouse’s tungsten glow.

Press: Audrey Schmidt, "More Love," Memo Review, 18 Jun 2022, https://memoreview.net/reviews/more-love.