Unentitled (study for a room)
Galerie Derouillon•May 20, 2026 — Jun 20, 2026
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“If confusion is the sign of our times, at the root of that confusion I see a rift between things […].” Antonin Artaud, The Theatre and Its Double, 1938
There are melodies that seem to weep — mournful musics, essentially, worn thin by the extension of cruelty. One such melody opens on a long crescendo and exhausts itself in an equally long decrescendo, as though something were advancing inexorably, slowly loosening the “enormous congestion of feeling”1 that weighs it down. Mired in the very substance of air, it will succumb at last to dissipation, with no one knowing how to hold it back. This melody speaks of the liquidity of memory and chimes like a wound; it moves by the pneumatic of mirages, and tells of solitude upon the stage of tragedy; the feverish flicker of a single light and the depth of velvet, the smallest possible tremor in the earth and the collapse of an entire world.
William Basinski found it at the bottom of a drawer, where it had been sleeping since 1982, and named it…
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Unentitled (study for a room)
Galerie Derouillon•May 20, 2026 — Jun 20, 2026
Press Release
“If confusion is the sign of our times, at the root of that confusion I see a rift between things […].” Antonin Artaud, The Theatre and Its Double, 1938
There are melodies that seem to weep — mournful musics, essentially, worn thin by the extension of cruelty. One such melody opens on a long crescendo and exhausts itself in an equally long decrescendo, as though something were advancing inexorably, slowly loosening the “enormous congestion of feeling”1 that weighs it down. Mired in the very substance of air, it will succumb at last to dissipation, with no one knowing how to hold it back. This melody speaks of the liquidity of memory and chimes like a wound; it moves by the pneumatic of mirages, and tells of solitude upon the stage of tragedy; the feverish flicker of a single light and the depth of velvet, the smallest possible tremor in the earth and the collapse of an entire world.
William Basinski found it at the bottom of a drawer, where it had been sleeping since 1982, and named it…













































