𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒

A group exhibition presented by Erratum @erratum_projects at Paul-Lincke-Ufer 5, 10999 Berlin

Curated by Katya Quel @quelish

Artists: 
Relative.Berlin 
Katya Quel Elizarova 
Franco Palioff 
Mary-Audrey Ramirez 
Sally Von Rosen 
Sofiia Stepanova 
Synthtati 
Christian Thomsen



𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝.
𝚂𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚂𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝. 
𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍. 𝙰 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 
- “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎-𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜,” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚌𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘. 
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: “𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.”

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