Contemporary Fine Arts is happy to announce Pretty Fine, Tobias Spichtig’s first exhibition with the gallery. So everything started over – the fragility of the night and the fragility of the eggs we entrust our selves to in good faith again and again. And as with every new beginning there was a point when certain structures emerged from the chaos and, beyond that, as the consequences of deliberate acts of will. For us, however, that point is still far away.
The Milky Way poured gentle and white into space. Although we couldn’t see it yet, we knew the way things are: everything reflects everything, the stars above the stars below, the milk up there the milk down here. All of this was happen-ing all the time while we wandered around in the fragility of the moment like leaves in the wind, the fine veins on their wrinkly brown surfaces still distinct against the light.
It was the blue hour and most things were already pretty dark, but the joy of the day, even if it was only that of a single joke, still stuck clearly in the folds. Trees were now everywhere. In the cities it was possible for a river to run completely underground for a while through a subway tunnel. The subway sign then stood in the middle of a forest and next to it the entrance like a swooshing pond. I wanted nothing more than to go down into one of these ponds, and I often descended the first few steps of a subway entrance and took a bath.
And while I was looking from here into the dark forest and holding on to the railing so that I wouldn’t be pulled into the shaft [which forest would you like to enter into?] I saw before my mind’s eye the flash of a switchblade between the trees. [Which dangers turn you on?] What actually happened was that a horse came out of the forest. When horses move, after all, you sometimes think that their movements don’t have enough space in time and so take place in another dimension. That’s just an illusion of course. [The creaking wood of a machine that was built to take you to your limits.] But that’s how it was here too. It was the blue hour and while many things were already dark, the pond became a bright blue volume in which I lay and from which the horse drank. [And the splinters fly right into the center where they become butterflies that land sweetly on the mucus of your membranes.]
Text: Theresa Patzschke (translated by Alex Scrimgeour)
Excerpt from the catalogue: Tobias Spichtig „Pretty Fine“ exhibition catalogue Contemporary Fine Arts
Published by Snoeck Verlag, Cologne 2020, 32 pages, softcover, fully illustrated.
Tobias Spichtig (born 1982 in Sempach, Switzerland) lives and works in Berlin.

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