
Sophie Hirsch
Yuck my Yum

Passage, 2025 Stainless steel, fascia balls, 283 x 295 x 230 cm
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Passage, 2025 Stainless steel, fascia balls, Detail

Passage, 2025 Stainless steel, fascia balls, Detail

Yuck my yum, 2025 Installation view

P-UP, 2025 Stainless steel, 90 x 188 x 86 cm

P-UP, 2025 Stainless steel, Detail

P-UP, 2025 Stainless steel, Detail

Yuck my yum #3 & #4, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 69 x 44 x 5 cm

Yuck my yum #3, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 69 x 44 x 5 cm

Yuck my yum #4, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 69 x 44 x 5 cm

Yuck my yum, 2025 Installation view

Yuck my yum #1, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 38 x 32 x 5 cm

Yuck my yum #2, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 38 x 32 x 5 cm

Yuck my yum, 2025 Installation view

Stimulation, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 310 x 221 x 69 cm

Stimulation, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, Detail

Stimulation, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, Detail

Stimulation, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, Detail

Yuck my yum #5, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 91 x 55 x 10 cm

Yuck my yum #7, 2025 Silicone, fabric, stainless steel, 69 x 44 x 5 cm
Zeller van Almsick is pleased to present Yuck my Yum,
the first solo exhibition at the gallery by Austrian-born
artist Sophie Hirsch. Known for her materially astute
and conceptually layered practice, Hirsch returns to her
native city with an immersive installation that quietly
unsettles the architecture of the familiar.
Unfolding on an intimate, domestic scale, Yuck my Yum
resists comfort and legibility. Sculptural forms once
recognizable—bastardized medical equipment, distorted
nods to modernist furniture—now appear absorbed into
their surroundings. In contrast to earlier presentations,
where Hirsch offered anchoring references—living
rooms, waiting rooms, clinical spaces—this exhibition
eschews metaphor for sensation. Her materials
speak with new subtlety and specificity. Railing, used
prominently throughout the installation, is not a neutral
element. It evokes both touch and restraint, functioning
simultaneously as aid and boundary. Its soft edges
suggest safety—designed to do no harm—yet outside
of a public or institutional context, it takes on a more
clinical, almost sterile charge. These sculptural gestures,
once brightly colored and declarative, are now absorbed
into a muted, contused palette. Rather than guiding
the viewer, they implicate them, becoming part of an
architecture that must be physically and psychologically
traversed.
The title, Yuck my Yum—a colloquial phrase used to mock
or undermine another’s pleasure—serves as a conceptual
entry point. Hirsch confronts the vulnerability of desire,
investigating how longing, comfort, and softness can
be destabilized or ridiculed. Rather than sidestep this
discomfort, she leans into it, constructing a world where
gratification is deferred, and the act of wanting becomes
its own complex, unresolved condition.
Kat Herriman