J’s apartment has an overwhelming feeling of drowsiness, everything around is the demonstration of how loaf and lazy J is. In this chaos, artworks of eight artists are hung on the walls. Some on the ground, others by the bed, one in front of the window. Lazy J lives in an alienating domestic space without a quality, surrounded by four walls and a roof. Outside is an ordinary suburb that could be anywhere in the world, maybe it’s Europe, we are not sure. However, as in Bachelard’s Poetics of space, this room evokes J’s memories. The objects open chapters of their life and create a strange interplay of associations between images and emotions.
This room is the venue of the exhibition. J is not home and left a message. Visitors are invited to read the message, and answer it, if they want to. They will look for the artworks that surround J’s domestic environment and get an idea of what has happened. Thoughts are objects and vice versa.