'The world sucks, so come here' or better 'World sucks..'?

GOOD MORNING, you beauties, you weirdos, you world criminals, you little revolutions in pajamas! GOOD MORNING – or is it already GOOD NIGHT? Whatever, we never really wake up anyway. HELLO WORLD! – says the code, says the I, says the leftover junk in the head that wants to become art!

Okay, people, yes, now it’s getting serious (or maybe not?), because everything that’s coming here really shouldn’t be shown – and that’s exactly why it HAS to be shown. Drawers open! Notes on the table! Fragments out! Everything you did NOT want to post, NOT want to confess, NOT want to say – here it screams!

'LIFE SUCKS SO COME HERE', or better 'World sucks...? – is not a title, it’s an invitation, a prayer, a breakout without priest, without confession! The space is a confessional without absolution, a stage where shame, humor, vulnerability, tenderness and violence hug, bite and laugh at each other.

This installation has NO patience for contemplative silence. It is a confrontation! With you. With your gaze. With your blind spots, your embarrassing screenshots in your brain.

Every fragment: an open wound, a mantra, a cry for help. They say: Speak! Finally speak! About what paralyzes you, what comforts you, what you don’t admit to yourself – shame, overwhelm, violence, vulnerability, tenderness.

“I don’t want to show anyone.” – “I HAVE to share it, or I’ll explode.” In this contradiction, a social space emerges that points beyond all boundaries – a place where art stops being pretty and starts being real.

GOOD MORNING – the world is burning! BUT WE ARE STILL HERE.