a closing of remedies.

Get drunk and say good-bye.

With C&W weepers from the golden age as backdrop.

And featuring a performance by PERFVGIVM.
http://www.perfvgivm.com/

At Observatory: 543 Union Street (at Nevins), Brooklyn, NY 11215

ALL SORTS OF REMEDIES TALK

a candid conversation about the twin stars of art & death.

wine will be sold; you may bring your whiskey.


herbert pfostl | all sorts of remedies
november 21, 2009 - january 8, 2010

Observatory | 543 Union Street | Brooklyn
thurs/fri 3-6pm | sat/sun 12-6pm
observatoryroom.org

ALL SORTS OF REMEDIES

at Observatory
543 Union Street – at Nevins
Brooklyn, NY 11215

Hours:
Thurs & Friday 3–6pm
Sat & Sun 12–6pm

Opening: Saturday, November 21st at 7:00pm

Exhibition: November 21, 2009 – January 8, 2010

for that it lived with nothing done and nothing made to last.
8/09

gone

the fish in the water will move through your head.
05/09


gone

confirmed superstitions
05/09


the walls are covered with tattoos
05/09



unparadised
05/09

charms


the things of this world

taken


will never return

gone

what will become of me
1/09

companions
12/08



clearing
12/08

gone



poor singing bird sweet
12/08

gone




are we still married
12/08

"Nothing, and over it the enamel."

Loyal Magazine # 10 (Sweden, 2008)

'because to stay is to be nowhere.'
10/08



the sky still farther away

10/08

gone

I would sink you in the low and lonesome low
I would sink you in the lonesome sea

6/08

Die Nebensonnen
5/08

claimed



"And shippes by the brinke comen and gon,
and in switch forme endure a day or two."
3/08



6/08

"Detachment can be achieved through violence...
But - as we see in perceivable things, for example -
something that is violently torn away takes with
it a part or trace from which it has been detached."


several removes8/2008

gone


it makes no difference if you never return again.
4/08

gone

now it is entirely lovely.
4/o8

the things of this world

Though I am hated by all birds, I nevertheless enjoy that.
1/08


1/08
gone


6/08
gone


1/08
gone

1/08
gone

below the ground & on the road

ponies that live below the ground

alfred tutein




here is my name when i am dead




many die, it may be, on the road.
1/08

relics and ruins