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The price is worth it
Acher
9 Rue de la Violette, 4000 Liège
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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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Tabula Lapsa, Natura Rasa… La Peau d’une fleur
#11
Cléo Totti
Curator : Maxime Moinet
2712 Rue de la Boucherie
I live on transforming ruins…
In the dust, a heavy and thick smoke with the flavor of strawberry chewing gum emerges from the walls… In the mist, I walk slowly towards an efflorescence which, formerly and in the era of the Flemish primitives, could hide the sex of women.
I was born in an XX body, I aspire to a better life in an earthly paradise that only exists for brief moments. They are part of my memory and the fantasies of an image, product of my imagination…
I borrow the existence that imprints my journey. Land of treasures, I explore, discover, hatch and honor the celestial flame that cries out for death…
And suddenly, I touch this cold stone that resembles human skin, ribbed and veined which reminds me of its eternal power…
Narcissus-Narcissist, I see the image of A ristolochia, a plant from elsewhere: tropical, as if to eroticize myself for a moment…
Photography is this instantaneous medium that captures a part of reality in fragments to inscribe it on a support, in a file. From file to file, just like a digital archaeological dig, I travel through the sounds“click-clack plow-schkrougch…”of my keyboard which resonates under the high ceilings. The light of the screen itself dazzles me…
It’s cold outside: 5 degrees, there’s fog on the windows, the flow of water forms a new layer on the window of my bedroom, I’m wearing this thick sweater: Ever last, a boxing equipment brand.
I didn’t invent anything, everything was already there, around me… In my own reality of which I share a fragment of impression with you…