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J’Avais Faim (I Was Hungry)

Jul 18 – Aug 11, 2019

Lizzi Bougatsos

Steven Nishimoto

Joe Speier

Valentina Vaccarella

Guest Curator: Restaurant Projects

Said he tried to phone me, but I never have time

He said that I never listen, but I don't even try

I got a new place in Cali, but I'm gone every night

So I fill it with strangers so they keep on the lights

She said she told you she knows me, but the face isn't right

She asked if I recognized her and I told her I might

See, everywhere I go

I got a million different people tryna kick it

But I'm still alone in my mind

I know you're dying to meet me

But I can just tell you this

Baby, as soon as you meet me

You'll wish that you never did

Uh look

I'm a real rare individual

I'm in the physical and the metaphysical

I know you need your alone time, that's critical

But I need some of your time, is that hypocritical?

Damn, you know I relate to you more than fam

So I won't sit around and let you sink in quicksand

Look, I know you got million dollar plans

And you tryna build a brand, live a life in high demand

Swerving big b's, your bag got little G's

Gucci down to the socks like Biggie and Little Ceas'

Let's hit the Maldives and hide behind palm trees

Little red wine, weed, and a calm breeze

'Cause baby, you been living life inside a bubble

When the last time you had somebody hug you?

Hold up, when the last time you had somebody love you?

Hold up, when the last time you love someone who love you? [1]

A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms—in short, a sum of human relations which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins. [2]

Every word immediately becomes a concept, in as much as it is not intended to serve as a reminder of the unique and wholly individualized original experience to which it owes its birth, but must at the same time fit innumerable, more or less similar cases—which means, strictly speaking, never equal—in other words, a lot of unequal cases. Every concept originates through our equating what is unequal. [3]

1 - Ashley Nicolette Frangipane. March 15, 2018

2 - Friedrich Nietzsche “Friedrich Nietzsche on Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense,” The Portable Nietzsche 46-47, 1976 edition. Viking Press.

3 - Portable Nietzsche, 46.

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