Sylvie

Angels turn into zombies, droopily succumbing to the flow of things. Wings are slumped, unable to open and take charge. Hanging onto the ether by their shoulders, and with slouched bunny ears, they are dragged down not only by their own body but but by the weight of aimlessness. The figures are floating in passivity; apathetic, lonely, lifeless. But a ticking time-bomb has been set to their go-with-the-flow horror story. Around the corner, the terrain changes drastically, punctured by explosions. Where the gods of the Unexpected govern, the angels will be forced to wake up from their living slumber and be shaken into life again. 

Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 11:30PM.