Energy Scavengers

That’s it I want a more brilliant sun and purer stars I shake myself in a movement of images of neritic memories of possibilities in suspension, of larval tendencies, of obscure becomings; habits grow a liquid slime of trailing algae - badly, flowers burst. Floc We dig in, we dig in like in a music - Aimé Césaire, Miraculous Weapons (1946) It’s the longest day of the year. Sun is God. God is Sun. We’re her desperate devotees. We scavenge energy: the heat, the light, whatever keeps us going. Anything that moves is a source of energy to be harvested – like the electromagnetic vibrations of a flickering moth’s wings. There’s no waste of energy, but endless harnessing of its treasures; high on the light, we turn towards our star like flowerheads. The sunlight is the only added value to our planet from outer space, making all matter a memory of light. We dial our time with the sun’s calendar and revolve around its cycles. Is there a history of anything without the light? Pitch black darkness is a memory inaccessible to many. Our perception of darkness is twitched by screens, street lights, data centres, shopping malls, commercial greenhouses. Light is also a political project. The never ending brightness allows labouring 24/7. Our planet competes with the sun. The four artists of the exhibition come together in an ensemble of radiation translations, light box bugs, solar punk research, and prayers to energy gods. Their works explore light; its shapes and features both visible and invisible to the human eye, metaphysics, blindspots and holes, bursts of energy, different bodies and the sun’s status of a pop mystic, a mysterious character. The gallery is turned into a multivitamin juice box to be swallowed up empty in one gulp; bursts of excess energy to be absorbed here-and-now. The exhibition culminates in the summer solstice, celebrated on the 20th of June.