“And twist about the past your thoughts
Like some parasitic vine
Which on an ancient structure’s walls
Its widely-scattered arms will twine.”

Adam Mickiewicz, Forefathers’ Eve, The Living Dead
Translated by Charles S. Kraszewski

fallbegan with thoughts on the in-between, the horror and the bounty of an unnamed sense of the present. In five artworks, the artists invite us to enter or observe the relationship between material and human modes of being, between generations, emptiness and filler, something synthesised and homogenous.

When young writer Adam Mickiewicz began writing the poemForefathers’ Evetwo hundred years ago, he experienced the destructive force of imperialism, personal losses, heartaches, and the pressures of market and success. He transferred collective and personal anxiety to the character of the spectre. The artworks are ghosts, too. Like the Living Dead in the poem, they are mediators between different times and spaces – forever the same age, trapped in an endless moment, and drifting through the walls of the old house.

fallreminds us that it’s not only seasons that recur.Kotryna Markevičiūtė and Ona Juciūtė