Part
I
A dead butterfly hangs on a thin line of spider web just outside my window. It has been hanging there for almost two weeks. I have not touched it nor thrown it out but I have considered them both.
The butterfly is black with orange and white dots on its wings.
It does not wither, nor does it age.
At first, one might think it was still alive. As if it decided to take a break from it all right outside my window. I see it every time I pull the blinds away, there it hangs solemnly. Its wings move only slightly in the wind as if even in death, it is trying to fly. I wonder, if the web strangled the butterfly to death. Now it comforts it like a shawl. They have almost become one.
A dead butterfly hangs on a thin line of spider web just outside my window. It has been hanging there for almost two weeks. I have not touched it nor thrown it out but I have considered them both.
The butterfly is black with orange and white dots on its wings.
It does not wither, nor does it age.
At first, one might think it was still alive. As if it decided to take a break from it all right outside my window. I see it every time I pull the blinds away, there it hangs solemnly. Its wings move only slightly in the wind as if even in death, it is trying to fly. I wonder, if the web strangled the butterfly to death. Now it comforts it like a shawl. They have almost become one.
Part
II
In the space between sea and land, I lie down in the ancient conversation between the two. As I listen in on their whispers, the waves break and leave behind the comforting taste of salt. Like the leaving behind of a long trail of secrets. In the space between two friends lie wonders. As in the space between a mountaintop and the sky.
From a distance, they draw the most sentimental line ever drawn. When we run our finger along the face of someone we love, it is a mountain range.
The butterfly and the spider web: one, the other’s confidante.
In the morning, I sit and listen in on the ancient conversation between the sea and the land.
Like lovers separated only by the narrow space between them.
This is where I rest.
In the space between sea and land, I lie down in the ancient conversation between the two. As I listen in on their whispers, the waves break and leave behind the comforting taste of salt. Like the leaving behind of a long trail of secrets. In the space between two friends lie wonders. As in the space between a mountaintop and the sky.
From a distance, they draw the most sentimental line ever drawn. When we run our finger along the face of someone we love, it is a mountain range.
The butterfly and the spider web: one, the other’s confidante.
In the morning, I sit and listen in on the ancient conversation between the sea and the land.
Like lovers separated only by the narrow space between them.
This is where I rest.
Text by Maya
Zoe Saadon
Some Stories
24th of June - 7th of August
With works by Anton Munar and Aline Sofie Rainer
Installation Views
Works
With works by Anton Munar and Aline Sofie Rainer
Installation Views
Works
Installation Views



Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Ante el umbral, dijiste
(Before the threshold, you said)
Oil on paper on found wood
29 x 29 x 14 cm
11.4 x 11.4 x 5.5 in
Painted in 2022
Ante el umbral, dijiste
(Before the threshold, you said)
Oil on paper on found wood
29 x 29 x 14 cm
11.4 x 11.4 x 5.5 in
Painted in 2022




Aline Sofie Rainer (b. 1991)
Gedanken, Erinnerungen und Träume
oil on canvas
59 x 52 cm
23.2 x 20.4 in
Painted in 2021
Gedanken, Erinnerungen und Träume
oil on canvas
59 x 52 cm
23.2 x 20.4 in
Painted in 2021


Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Vive para esto, para esto
(Living for this, for this)
Oil, pencil and pastel on linen
160 x 120 cm
62.9 x 47.2 in
Painted in 2018 - 2022
Vive para esto, para esto
(Living for this, for this)
Oil, pencil and pastel on linen
160 x 120 cm
62.9 x 47.2 in
Painted in 2018 - 2022


Aline Sofie Rainer (b. 1991)
Die Schattenfrau
oil on canvas
55 x 44 cm
32,5 x 20 in
Painted in 2021
Die Schattenfrau
oil on canvas
55 x 44 cm
32,5 x 20 in
Painted in 2021




Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Son Verí de mi marés
(Son Verí of my Marés)
Chalk and distemper on linen
215 x 170 cm
84.6 x 66.9 in
Painted in 2022
Son Verí de mi marés
(Son Verí of my Marés)
Chalk and distemper on linen
215 x 170 cm
84.6 x 66.9 in
Painted in 2022


Aline Sofie Rainer (b. 1991)
Das Rundfenster
oil on canvas
48 x 39 cm
18.9 x 15.3 in
Painted in 2021
Das Rundfenster
oil on canvas
48 x 39 cm
18.9 x 15.3 in
Painted in 2021



Aline Sofie Rainer (b. 1991)
Die blaue Frau
oil on canvas
143 x 52 cm
56.2 x 20.4 in
Painted in 2022
Die blaue Frau
oil on canvas
143 x 52 cm
56.2 x 20.4 in
Painted in 2022


Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Tumbada ante su retrato
(Laying before his portrait)
Oil and charcoal on linen
100 x 100 cm
39.3 x 39.3 in
Painted in 2020 - 2022
Tumbada ante su retrato
(Laying before his portrait)
Oil and charcoal on linen
100 x 100 cm
39.3 x 39.3 in
Painted in 2020 - 2022



Aline Sofie Rainer (b. 1991)
Spiral Staicase
Steel
48 x 40 cm
18.9 x 20 in
Executed in 2020
Spiral Staicase
Steel
48 x 40 cm
18.9 x 20 in
Executed in 2020



Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Donde mis ojos se despiertan
(Where my eyes wake up)
Oil and pastel on linen (dyptich)
70,5 x 23,5 cm
27.7 x 9.2 in
Painted in 2022
Donde mis ojos se despiertan
(Where my eyes wake up)
Oil and pastel on linen (dyptich)
70,5 x 23,5 cm
27.7 x 9.2 in
Painted in 2022


Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Viviendo aquí serías, fantasma de ti mismo(Living here you would be, a phantom of yourself)
Oil and charcoal on linen
41 x 28 cm
16.1 x 11 in
Painted in 2021
Viviendo aquí serías, fantasma de ti mismo(Living here you would be, a phantom of yourself)
Oil and charcoal on linen
41 x 28 cm
16.1 x 11 in
Painted in 2021


Aline Sofie Rainer (b. 1991)
Zuhause II
steel
59 x 35 x 15 cm
23.2 x 13.7 x 5.9 in
Executed in 2022
Zuhause II
steel
59 x 35 x 15 cm
23.2 x 13.7 x 5.9 in
Executed in 2022

Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Son Verí de mi marés, despierto
(Son Verí of my marés, awake)
Oil on linen
41 x 28 cm
16.1 x 11 in
Painted in 2021 - 2022
Son Verí de mi marés, despierto
(Son Verí of my marés, awake)
Oil on linen
41 x 28 cm
16.1 x 11 in
Painted in 2021 - 2022


Anton Munar (b. 1997)
No importa la juventud
(The youth is of no importance)
Oil, pastel and distemper on linen
35 x 27 cm
13.7 x 10.6 in
Painted in 2022
No importa la juventud
(The youth is of no importance)
Oil, pastel and distemper on linen
35 x 27 cm
13.7 x 10.6 in
Painted in 2022



Anton Munar (b. 1997)
Sombra echa de luz
(Shadow made of light)
Oil, pencil and distemper on found wood
40,5 x 25,5 cm
15.9 x 10 in
Painted in 2022
Sombra echa de luz
(Shadow made of light)
Oil, pencil and distemper on found wood
40,5 x 25,5 cm
15.9 x 10 in
Painted in 2022
