‘She likes to watch the moon, as it travels through the sky, cos she’s heard that it’s romantic, though she really can’t see why. Someone should have helped her through the day. Someone like the moon.’-Jarvis Cocker, Someone Like The Moon

‘Pathways’, work by Christine Nguyen

Some blame the moon for their occasional wild beast behaviour. How can they blame something this beautiful?

‘Lichtzeichnung’, work by Andreas Nicolas Fischer

Treasured under the blanket, still life solid, lies a personal moon. Thriftly hidden, constantly awake, dwells upon the kind somnambulic dancers, composing longing whispers in letters, stubbornly beginning with same foolish words: I wish. Tormented by anxiety, miserably unwise, oblivious that it all was inevitable.. La liberté est un mystère.

‘Personal Moon’, works by Leonid Tishkov and Boris Bendikov