Everywhere
FLUME
10.23.26 – 12.18.26
An artist who believes in the divine invents their own religion, empties the mind, and sees what comes from the other side. The flume is opened. A mystery cult for one is founded in the shape of infinity. A new religion is born in the form of a question: Who IS that?
Water and fire, computer chips and skyscrapers: deities of these two things. Nothing is there and then something starts to appear. A material study takes time. Rules must be developed for assembling patterns. Shadows are subtracted from the sum.
In the candle light people whisper and are gentle. They deepen into the instruments of their bodies, translating pulsations into images towards the reconstruction of their minds. In the lamplight people are invited into a mood, which is another word for a shift in consciousness.
Can you point to something without breaking it? Melancholy. Sweetness. Hapticality. Sadness. The proximity of grief to love. The self cracked open. The being comes through. The pain and pleasure of understanding our ancestors. When something is modular, it is easier to move.
What would happen if you stared into the mirror until you disappeared? Could we gracefully reincarnate into whatever comes next? The source of light is the work itself. Nobody is coming to save us. Earth must be healthy enough for people to get well.
-Chase Niesner, 2026