Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad

About

Participating artists
Nightcrawlers Collective
Donkey L'Albert de Rêve
Hammie the pig
Lobster couple
Wild duck

Writer
Mr Vis

Curator
Ms Kat

Exhibition

There is distance between you and us, the animals say, except perhaps in death. I am not surprised that ravens long for the apocalypse. And giraffes wish for the collapse of the human world. Lynxes prefer to see wildlife moving through green-fallen cities, where eye contact between man and ape is on par. Some beasts suggest — approving whinnying is heard — that time be reversed. Grunts and tugs conclude that total extinction is also a possibility. At the very least — so wingswing and tail-waving make it clear — all extinct, never scientifically described animal species should still receive a chanted species name. Once animals were messengers and promises, but I no longer understand them. No human can speak for them. We are not even sure when they are talking to us.

In the group exhibition Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad, five animals are the artists. An animal whisperer gave them a voice, and humans are the assistants who executed their concepts.