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Error
May 30, 2026
The final theme of the program, formulated by the young artists, is the concept of “error.”
For several hours, visitors are able to witness the simultaneous presentation of 24 live performances, each addressing questions of boundaries, systems, identity, vulnerability, guilt, fate, love, and atonement.
Between the Raindrops
I am under sanctions imposed by 31 countries.
I navigate a path between external and internal dangers.
I move toward my convictions despite the prospect of reward and punishment.
I navigate a path between external and internal dangers.
I move toward my convictions despite the prospect of reward and punishment.
Not deleted
We are present until the moment we cease to exist.
Each instant, each detail of life, is an embodiment of presence — an action sustained until existence comes to a stop.
The world is endless, continuously replacing the same images, one person with another. The world's very mode of being is a process, narrated through the continuation of life itself and the persistence of its flow.
Beyond this, absorption takes place — with such automatism that the body at times becomes merely an element, a component that testifies to the functioning of the system.
We are elements, not errors.
The system is flawless by nature.
Or have we simply been taught to think so?
Each instant, each detail of life, is an embodiment of presence — an action sustained until existence comes to a stop.
The world is endless, continuously replacing the same images, one person with another. The world's very mode of being is a process, narrated through the continuation of life itself and the persistence of its flow.
Beyond this, absorption takes place — with such automatism that the body at times becomes merely an element, a component that testifies to the functioning of the system.
We are elements, not errors.
The system is flawless by nature.
Or have we simply been taught to think so?
Bunny
It's okay. I'm fine.
Of course I forgive you.
No, I'm not angry anymore.
Yes, I understand that I was wrong.
I promise I won't do it again.
I'm sorry for who I am.
I will be different.
Of course I forgive you.
No, I'm not angry anymore.
Yes, I understand that I was wrong.
I promise I won't do it again.
I'm sorry for who I am.
I will be different.
xxxxx
I am ten years old.
Cross-stitching,
with a sharp needle —
stitch by stitch.
Concealed within the pattern,
a broken prisoner,
I wish to vanish,
like a scapegoat released into the wild.
Cross-stitching,
with a sharp needle —
stitch by stitch.
Concealed within the pattern,
a broken prisoner,
I wish to vanish,
like a scapegoat released into the wild.
Boys
Body Remembers Everything
Not every experience is preserved in memory in the same way.
Bodily memory precedes language and often resists conscious interpretation. What once happened to a person gradually becomes incorporated into the body itself.The event ends; words and explanations disappear, yet its traces persist in reactions, gestures, habits, and fears.
Each of our bodies is an archive, holding experiences that can never be fully recovered, yet can never be completely erased. What remains exists not in recollection, but in the very way we inhabit the world.
You are invited to write about an error that your body remembers more clearly than your mind. To revisit an experience that continues to inhabit the body, even when language is no longer sufficient to account for it.
Bodily memory precedes language and often resists conscious interpretation. What once happened to a person gradually becomes incorporated into the body itself.The event ends; words and explanations disappear, yet its traces persist in reactions, gestures, habits, and fears.
Each of our bodies is an archive, holding experiences that can never be fully recovered, yet can never be completely erased. What remains exists not in recollection, but in the very way we inhabit the world.
You are invited to write about an error that your body remembers more clearly than your mind. To revisit an experience that continues to inhabit the body, even when language is no longer sufficient to account for it.
Understand Me If You Can
Grain by Grain
My mother is roasting sunflower seeds in a frying pan. It means that tonight the whole family will watch a film together.
This ritual is what truly brings us together. The plot is not particularly important to me—I have seen these films countless times before.
I keep cracking sunflower seeds, futilely trying to restore a sense of wholeness that can no longer be put back together.
This ritual is what truly brings us together. The plot is not particularly important to me—I have seen these films countless times before.
I keep cracking sunflower seeds, futilely trying to restore a sense of wholeness that can no longer be put back together.
No Title
I am interested in the moment when the body stops operating as a controlled object and starts to emerge as a process—unstable, vulnerable, and open to affective forces.Where is the boundary between liberation and discomfort, between spontaneity and socially regulated behavior?
Limit
Some women live within relationships marked by constant state of inner anxiety and instability.
Again and again, they search for stability within their intimate lives, trying to understand the rules of an ever-changing system, maintain their balance, and sustain a sense of safety in relation to another person.
The body adapts to vigilance. It learns to exist in a state of constant self-correction—regulating balance, words, thoughts, and even movement.
I am one of those women.
Again and again, they search for stability within their intimate lives, trying to understand the rules of an ever-changing system, maintain their balance, and sustain a sense of safety in relation to another person.
The body adapts to vigilance. It learns to exist in a state of constant self-correction—regulating balance, words, thoughts, and even movement.
I am one of those women.
Denial of the Vertical
Properly
No one ever explained the rules by which I live.
Other people's prohibitions became my internal norm,
and I can no longer tell where I end
and where the rules of my father, society, and the system begin.
I carry this weight not out of obedience, but out of fear.
The burden has become my only support.
Other people's prohibitions became my internal norm,
and I can no longer tell where I end
and where the rules of my father, society, and the system begin.
I carry this weight not out of obedience, but out of fear.
The burden has become my only support.
Opposite
Sometimes, we wish to find a place where nothing is expected of you, where you can simply exist.
I invite you to sit opposite me and share a moment of time.
I invite you to sit opposite me and share a moment of time.
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