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Michael Dean, <em>then (Working Title), Analogue now, muscles, </em>2015, concrete and metal, 164 × 109 × 63 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Sleep (Working Title), analogue x</em>, 2015, Concrete, earth, paint and plastic strap, 177× 45 × 69 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>mouth (Working Title), thigh (Working Title), analogue now, </em>2015, concrete, earth, paint, belts, 181 × 99 × 68 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (Muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete, 4 × 39 × 16 cm (each) - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete and glue, 187 × 44 × 46 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (Muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete, 79 × 67 × 30 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (Muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete, 1,72 × 34 × 46 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (muscle)</em>, 2015, dictionary, red ink, 23 × 32 × 31 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Now (Working Title)</em>, 2015, concrete, 79,5 × 67 × 30 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Fuck (Working Title), sake (Working Title), analogue x, </em>2015, concrete, 177 × 62 × 66 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue x x, now (Working Title)</em>, 2015, concrete, dictionaries, string and paint, 1,64 × 57 × 79 cm - Mendes Wood DM
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Michael Dean, <em>then (Working Title), Analogue now, muscles, </em>2015, concrete and metal, 164 × 109 × 63 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Sleep (Working Title), analogue x</em>, 2015, Concrete, earth, paint and plastic strap, 177× 45 × 69 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>mouth (Working Title), thigh (Working Title), analogue now, </em>2015, concrete, earth, paint, belts, 181 × 99 × 68 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (Muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete, 4 × 39 × 16 cm (each) - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete and glue, 187 × 44 × 46 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (Muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete, 79 × 67 × 30 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (Muscles)</em>, 2015, concrete, 1,72 × 34 × 46 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue Series (muscle)</em>, 2015, dictionary, red ink, 23 × 32 × 31 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Now (Working Title)</em>, 2015, concrete, 79,5 × 67 × 30 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Fuck (Working Title), sake (Working Title), analogue x, </em>2015, concrete, 177 × 62 × 66 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Michael Dean, <em>Analogue x x, now (Working Title)</em>, 2015, concrete, dictionaries, string and paint, 1,64 × 57 × 79 cm - Mendes Wood DM
Text

The Stamp of Anything or That part which never bears leaves or reproductive organs, ordinarily underneath and descending, and serving to absorb, but often upon, often from other parts, often serving other functions, though morphologically comparable.

03/10 2015 – 07/11 2015


Es war Erde in ihnen
Paul Celan (1963) 

Es war Erde in ihnen, und
sie gruben. 

Sie gruben und gruben, so ging
ihr Tag dahin, ihre Nacht. Und sie lobten nicht Gott,
der, so hörten sie, alles dies wollte,
der, so hörten sie, alles dies wusste. 

Sie gruben und hörten nichts mehr;
sie wurden nicht weise, erfanden kein Lied,
erdachten sich keinerlei Sprache.
Sie gruben. 

Es kam eine Stille, es kam auch ein Sturm,
es kamen die Meere alle.
Ich grabe, du gräbst, und es gräbt auch der Wurm,
und das Singende dort sagt: Sie graben.

O einer, o keiner, o niemand, o du:
Wohin gings, da's nirgendhin ging?
O du gräbst und ich grab, und ich grab mich dir zu,
und am Finger erwacht uns der Ring.     


There was Earth inside them
Paul Celan (1963)

There was earth inside them, and
they dug.

They dug and dug, and so
their day went past, their night. And they did not praise God,
who, so they heard, wanted all this,
who, so they heard, witnessed all this.

They dug and heard nothing more;
they did not grow wise, invented no song,
devised for themselves no sort of language.
They dug.

There came a stillness then, came also storm,
all of the oceans came.
I dig, you dig, and it, the worm, digs too,
and the singing there says: They dig.

O one, O none, O no one, O you:
Where did it go, then, making for nowhere?
O you dig and I dig, and I dig through to you,
and the ring on our finger awakens.

Translated from German by John Felsteiner

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