Thank you, I’m rested now. I’ll have the lobster today, thank you
Margot Samel•Jun 27, 2024 — Jul 26, 2024
Pangée•Jun 26, 2024 — Jul 26, 2024
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The bed exists outside of time and yet entirely defined by it as an accumulation of our lives. It’s a disarming landscape that keeps record of our bodies as, each evening, we fill our sinking mattress molds, match the dried stains on our sheets, and tug covers over our heads. It is also a site for much more than sleep. Hours can be lost to a bed while entwined with another person; a one-time encounter can become a sleepless night– the bed as evidence of a slow burn or a blitz of passion. Who can afford to spend hours in bed is itself increasingly contested in our production-driven present where rest allowed to –and divided between– classes is vastly unequal. I have spent many mornings from the vantage of my bed, assessing the existential corners of my own life. We are born in beds, and die in them too.
Thank you, I’m rested now. I’ll have the lobster today, thank you takes its name from Karen Kilimnik’s 2016 collage of the same title. In it, a siamese cat perches...More
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Thank you, I’m rested now. I’ll have the lobster today, thank you
Margot Samel•Jun 27, 2024 — Jul 26, 2024
Pangée•Jun 26, 2024 — Jul 26, 2024
Press Release
The bed exists outside of time and yet entirely defined by it as an accumulation of our lives. It’s a disarming landscape that keeps record of our bodies as, each evening, we fill our sinking mattress molds, match the dried stains on our sheets, and tug covers over our heads. It is also a site for much more than sleep. Hours can be lost to a bed while entwined with another person; a one-time encounter can become a sleepless night– the bed as evidence of a slow burn or a blitz of passion. Who can afford to spend hours in bed is itself increasingly contested in our production-driven present where rest allowed to –and divided between– classes is vastly unequal. I have spent many mornings from the vantage of my bed, assessing the existential corners of my own life. We are born in beds, and die in them too.
Thank you, I’m rested now. I’ll have the lobster today, thank you takes its name from Karen Kilimnik’s 2016 collage of the same title. In it, a siamese cat perches...More