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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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WILL
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Antoine Van Impe
Curator : Maxime Moinet
6298 Rue de la Cathédrale
« It’s raining. The water trickles down and rushes into the overflowing holes. His oilskin is dripping. He walks up his street, painfully, his shoulders heavy with water and life. The droplets crumble from his beard. The thunder scolds him for his meager day. His net is quite empty.
The rooftops do not smoke, the small port town has fallen asleep forever. No more holidaymakers in recent years, no more work sites for children on the beach, no more trenches for the castle moats. The shovels and buckets were left in the sand. Lightning encircles the lighthouse, a flickering candle. His bed will be empty. Formerly, when his wife was still there, together, they used to run the fish and chips place.
The lock creaks, his boots creak. He throws his three catches on the table. Through the net, wide eyes stare at him. His cracked and sticky hands open, empty, rinse, rub. The pungent smell scents the room. Same ritual, indefinitely. Skins full of mirrors shine. His knife blade shines. It is decided, tomorrow he will not go back there either, he will never go fishing again. » (Nastasja Caneve)
Antoine Van Impe jointly uses various mediums and techniques to study and question the relationships between the different phenomena and experiences of being. More than the exposition of facts and effects, these works are propositions made to an imaging consciousness.