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The price is worth it
Acher
Boulevard d'Avroy 28-30
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TO DO
Hilal Aydoğdu
100 Rue Saint-Gilles
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V – 150360/1 p. 204, 265, 266
Dóra Benyó
1 Féronstrée
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Fausse bonne nouvelle
Juan d’Oultremont
31b Rue de la Cathédrale
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Et fouisse toujours on trouvera bien
Gaspard Husson
18 Rue de l'Etuve
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La constellation du navire Argo
Sarah Illouz & Marius Escande
Hôtel de la Cour de Londres 40 Rue Hors-Château
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One Line (… Better Than On – line!)
Marin Kasimir
31a Rue de la Cathédrale
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Cityscape
Sarah Lauwers
29 Rue de l'Université
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Traversées
Alexiane Le Roy
3 Rue de la Cathédrale
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Mécanique d’un mur
Raphaël Maman
9 Passage Lemonnier
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Vapeurs
Eva Mancuso
5 Rue Chéravoie
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Don’t cry over spilllllled tears anymore
Francisca Markus
7 Rue Saint-Remy
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Actions !
Maxence Mathieu
56 Rue Saint-Gilles
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On ne peut rien faire d’autre que tenir debout
Élodie Merland
113 Rue de la Cathédrale
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Travel Local, Buy Local
Oya
107 Féronstrée
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Le vestiaire
Camille Peyré
85 Rue de la Cathédrale
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22 empans et 1 palme
Leïla Pile
75 Rue Hors-Château
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Chronique florale
Ionut Popa
101 Féronstrée
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The Sunken Place
Louise Rauschenbach
4 Rue de la Cathédrale
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Le temps d’une trace / La trace du temps
Florian Schaff Marvyn Brusson
1 Rue Courtois
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Open closet archive 1995/2021/2023/2024
Bo Stokkermans
Passage Lemonnier, 37-39
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Mutations x Urbaines
Adrien Mans Benjamin Ooms
17 Rue des Croisiers
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Je m’organise…
Leen Vandierendonck
159 Féronstrée
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Wer rettet die Welt
Paul Waak
16 Rue du Palais
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Regarde… ce qu’il se passe à côté
Sculpture/Peinture B3 ESA Liège Melissa Andreia Alves ...
137-139 Féronstrée
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Pauvre petit belge qui tremble
Paolo Gasparotto
25 Rue Saint Paul
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Plafond
#11
Camille Bleker & Luna Pittau
Artists selected as part of the open call
26644 Rue Saint-Gilles
We rarely observe and touch this flat surface that overlooks our bodies. It can be adorned with moldings, sometimes made of glass, paneling, or covered with its replica, it is usually coated with plaster and painted a white that remains faithful to the walls. It closes off the room which becomes a shelter and hides the sky from us. A roof is hidden behind it, or perhaps the ground on which rests the bed of a sleeping stranger. As it is difficult to reach, we only approach it to (re)paint it or clean it, tickle it with the cobweb brush or massage it with the paint roller.
When fatigue and doubt invade our trained bodies, it’s time to face it. We adopt a vulnerable position, we lay flat. Our eyes open and close at irregular intervals facing this inverted floor that guards and observes us. It acts as a limit to our thinking vision and sends it back to us brutally: the ceiling is a projection canvas and it is reflected in our eyes, our pupils turn pale.
Above our heads, there is a sheet of zinc around which we turn gradually and repeat our gestures in one direction then in the other. We are gradually altering this material which usually protects and covers roofs. Just like our bodies, sandpaper wears out and becomes more precise. Our determination makes us sweat and the zinc dust dissolved in the water drips onto our hands and onto the floor. The central zone of the sheet where our efforts are concentrated is gradually revealed. Absorbed by this transforming surface that we rub gently, time has disappeared into the ceiling.