Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova at Damien & The Love Guru

Artists: Aisha Christison, Margarita Maximova

Exhibition title: Harm and Charm

Venue: Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels, Belgium

Date: January 9 – February 27, 2021

Photography: © GRAYSC  / courtesy of the artist and Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

It is possible                 but           it’s not happening

if you lose a thing                                 the retrieval of what  you think           you have lost becomes that thing                                         the facts of loss                    become the content                   of living then it will be                                         not another thing                    but something               that you have lost then you retrieved                            an event       demarcated by wire                     with an anniversary pinned to its essence    instead of it being just a thing that you could forget     or     you   never knew that you      needed           therefore   of all the things you could have    seen    you elected to see one thing at a time           like a one-eyed machine                                                        that works so hard  for love                     that you only know  is there               if it breaks                                                  the search is always brought by the violence    the Violence                                                          like a blaring fire alarm in all the rooms  you sleep               there is science         they say                                                  most stars we see are already dead                and why shouldn’t they die   and how would it not   kill you you know     to know that I’ve always wanted                     to sit in this car with you        with no driver                and no engine   and drive forever    until we see towers    the earth  looming large over a  port city                                         don’t you see                      that      the      general      borders  on the particular                                      what is ours was everyone’s              could have been anyone’s you suddenly realize that our sufferings do not depend on their object             and there is something  tragic          but something comic          in the repetition itself    this  recording this inimitable recording     resembling all the recordings     is a fan     turning so fast it   looks like a plate           the windmill of a dwelling      here the capturing is the occasion   but in it is inscribed already     the failure    having is losing          like  an egg         on a brick wall           a series is formed           the transition from one love to another finds its    law in forgetting        fuck this recording        fuck all the recordings        all the closed   boxes  what was to be memory already lost before it is captured   in this version of the   world               they won’t let you return it           in spite of yourself        something about   fur that irks        something about someone painting a shark on their surfboard      recording  is time     honestly     what isn’t     if you asked nicely      maybe they would dial back the time      to before you had met             before you were born             before everyone you  have ever heard of             was born         you could sit atop a hill         watch  sabretooths  roll in mud         if there was ever such a thing                as mud               there   is   something of course       I can tell you        about time not moving in circles         but  in spirals          there’s a repetition           but every day is another      waking up a body     7 am a kiss next to    the        the           same consciousness every day            and  that  these images      these dreams       may change                  but they don’t                  maybe you want to always coincidentally remember the time that you were in love     because   forgetting it            would hurt you            and  why  not            they  set  fire  to  your memory palace after all              what is a more memorable thing          than everything  ablaze       crackling        like this irregular buzz                    did you think that you would one day capture something more significant              than just life                   love it or hate   it            you’re still going to breathe it             you  take  a  flower  you  press  it     to preserve it     you carve your commode     no     you carve your cupboard      you carve   under your table          an initial                 a heart pierced by an arrow        an arrow of time  in short you make a mark so that this will not     go unnoticed     each turn of the screw     each push of the chisel      the knife            the every cut of the knife            is different   buries deeper       what was not deep          and there was just a little moment           there  until you waited for the next one         and then the next one             all we only know is     that a day is there               because we try not with bodies             but  with  language  to meet each other          in our heads          your many eyes impress me          there  is  a question they ask          about what a liar really is          what it can be           well who  doesn’t know occasional rifts       good liars you can’t call that       they are never caught  only felt          how can anything ever be lost                                     if we know it existed  you think that’s how remembrance works and you know it won’t be the fires but all the meaningful missed connections that burn the city   around in the fields  we still wander without suffering     stay       and say that  it  pleases  you    the  auburn of the parking lot        again and again         even if we know the landscape so well it still comes rising within       floating like a body         dumped in a shallow river  there is danger                        from ear to ear                and you do not like my new love          now that it is sober and plain                              and will be plainer    now that you have all the space         what you desire is time                                         summer pours salt on city wound                            pain unfolds in swooshes suddenly            and frankly finally it fits in your ribs and the rain carries the radiation away    all force must go upward    shallow and wet    the first and last device to produce a current in history                         will be a heart                            but it won’t reassure the sleep     before you close them       on the corner of your eyes                 they are going to bob                                          at the end of a web        that connects an astral body  to a real body    baby it only makes sense      do you remember     you almost made a baby     as an offering           to the distance that was about to separate you                                  a sacrifice to the  distance          so it could be an arm’s length               forever but cruelly                                  if I think about it        everything we do          is either         pass the time or freeze it                                 cast it in Procaine or                           warm soil     or dandelions                  and I really didn’t want to be the one to tell you       that if you missed the red moon                   it will take another hundred and fifty years                    the moon is not a dimmable machine                    it just gambles like one                                                      because it knows that                                        the last thing it will see is the smoke                                                    rising from      an earth on fire              and just before that people walking dodgy areas in the city at night to sleep with each other before a dark hand lifts all citizens out of it      in the meanwhile        kindness is what makes you stand upright        yeah        I should say now         these are just some of my thoughts into this recorder           what else         woman next to me keeps tearing pages off of    her diary tongue clatters it is disgusting to be in a chair  in this waiting room  waiting learning different words in another language for         room           thrash         pillow soon there will be a wound    I guess there is something in the time that    gives it a   little bit of healing                that relates it all to    to        to a bit of                    together we are looking for time lost and and wishing it was at the  at the very least indecipherable buzz

lay on the grass                         when the sun falls on you                       it will break you in pieces this I can say                                    I know where it all ends    right here     and how     just like this  how to face      all the corners at the same time is this thing on

how to avoid       sleeping     how many times can you     figure it out                        I used to charge batteries        by the windowsill                                                  of our house                                   its tenants now disembodied voices in tapes                                       of answering machines              and commemorated here in another voice        that wanted                                                      to be sure     to reach you     to tell you     that it takes care of this vessel

-Artun Alaska Arasli

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison & Margarita Maximova, Harm and Charm, 2020, installation view, Damien & The Love Guru, Brussels

Aisha Christison, Waste management, 2020, oil on linen, 80 x 100 cm

Aisha Christison, Pony at the gate, 2020, oil on linen, 26 x 22 cm

Aisha Christison, 3 Cheetahs, 2020, oil on linen, 28 x 33 cm

Aisha Christison, Nightlight, 2021, epoxy clay, plastic, battery powered LED, cable, 27 x 27 x 7 cm

Aisha Christison, Severing instinct, 2020, oil on linen, 100 x 80 cm

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel





Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Margarita Maximova, Sway a way, 2020, video installation 11’ 40’’, HD video, audio, stainless steel

Aisha Christison, A-R-T-I-C-U-L-A-T-E, 2020, oil on linen, stainless steel, variable dimensions

Aisha Christison, A-R-T-I-C-U-L-A-T-E, 2020, oil on linen, stainless steel, variable dimensions

Aisha Christison, Drink from the source, 2020, oil on linen, 33 x 28 cm

Margarita Maximova, Madmen, informers, sleuths, seducers, 2020, single screen video, audio 4’ 06”





Margarita Maximova, Madmen, informers, sleuths, seducers, 2020, single screen video, audio 4’ 06”

Margarita Maximova, Madmen, informers, sleuths, seducers, 2020, single screen video, audio 4’ 06”

Margarita Maximova, Madmen, informers, sleuths, seducers, 2020, single screen video, audio 4’ 06”