Charlottenburg, Berlin
Christelle Oyiri
Heaven’s Worth, Hell on Earth
Buchholz"I was raised under crucifixes where every whisper was measured against eternity I learned early on that the most dangerous prayer was the one said backwards Hell is so ordinary: a body on the verge of collapse, a mirror that won’t forgive, desire stretched across every surface Heaven’s worth is the tape you found in an attic buried in static, hissing like a secret you were not meant to keep Kemet, dreamt in aluminum a monument half-remembered, half-invented, America, the precious counterfeit twin Fantasy and fracture This work gathers both paradise and purgatory, How heavy are memories when casted in metal to survive ? What is holiness without a lick of transgression ? What is paradise if not built in the threat of fire ?" —C.O., “Heaven’s Worth, Hell on Earth”