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ABC LOUNGE KLUB
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By entering The Lounge, Mr. ABC – who is of uncertain origin heading towards his destiny, some actually say that he is a Scandinavian trickster on the run from an aesthetical scandal in Malmö or Tromsö, others say he could be an ex-hasidic ultra orthodox dandy jew from Jacob Jordaensstraat and a formidable lover of beauty, although these are only guesses, some hi-ranking gallerist has stated that his name is Abraham Best Cultureson who loves cocktails and drama – be that as it may, but by entering The Lounge, Mr. ABC instantly gave up all his solid ideas about the nature of art.
Threshold can be considered a mental cliff dividing one room from another. That is not to be underestimated, rather than the Ardennes are an underground system of mountains covered by trees. Already in the corridor, Mr. ABC, striked with doubt like a lightning in a clear Flemish sky, asked himself: Is this a Klub or is it a Gallery? Is it Hell or high water in the Netherlands? Purple tunnel, into what wonder will you lead me? I am ready.
With the head full of question marks abandoned by their questions, the purple bliss of the entrance sucked him into another world of The Lounge. Coming out of the
mystery corridor, as he saw it, mister ABC was met by his own frigid image, that instantly shifted his mind over to the philosophical department. Am I an egoist?
He asked himself. I better be! Ha ha ha.
Oh, what a wonderful world of objects: A crystal clear sentence coming to Mr. ABC‘s mind as he entered the klub or the lounge or the gallery or the lost space of
Antwerpen.
So here we are. Me against myself through the world of things. What happens when you enter a room? The room enters you. A conjunction of the alchemist.
Mr. ABC enters the Lounge and becomes the Lounge and the Lounge greets Mr. ABC and becomes Mr. ABC.
Ok I‘m in, what does a chair symbolize, power, oh yes, power, power… Dwelling… Sleeping… Dancing… in the home of absence and comfort: The Lounge.
We do not stop here. Atmosphere is a vital thing for a lounge, for a home, for a world, for art. Atmosphere is the aura of the objects. The language of the surroundings. Take it easy, mister ABC, the world of objects? Yes, the spirit of functional super-relaxation and thunder-thinking in a brainstorming well-being is exactly The Lounge.
- Ófeigur Sigurðsson
Ashtray by Mia Syn
Bench by Michèle Matyn
Broom by Vyvy Zwevenepoel
Candle Holders by Gijs Waterschoot
Candles by Charline Tyberghein
Chair by Hildur Ása Henrýsdóttir
Chair by Benny Van den Meulengracht-Vrancx
Chair by Valgerður Sigurðardóttir
Chair by Dennis Tyfus
Chair by Ken Verhoeven
Clock by Ria Pacquée
Coat Hanger by Carla Arocha & Stéphane Schraenen
Cups by Borbála Kormos & Bence Rohansky
Cushion by Denie Put
Door by Oscar Hugal
Flower Vase by Marius Ritiu
Fruit Bowl by Gerard Herman
Guest by Mathias MU
Guitar Stand by Mathias MU
Litter Bin by Klaas Vanhee
Lounge Chair by Helgi Þórsson
Microphone Stand by Tom Volkaert
Mobile by Lieven Segers
Pendant Light by Guðlaug Mía Eyþórsdóttir
Plant Stand by Stefaan Dheedene
Room Divider by Guðlaug Mía Eyþórsdóttir
Shelf by Baldvin Einarsson
Shelf by Rufus Mich
Shelf by Helgi Þórsson
Statues by Guillaume Bijl
Table by Jack Davey
Table by Kristof van Gestel
Table by Kristín Karólína Helgadóttir
Tapestry by Tina Schott
Tea Pot by Ersi Varveri
Toilet Roll Holder by Baldvin Einarsson
Vase by Sigtryggur Berg Sigmarsson
Wallpaper by Guy Rombouts
