A Table Without Measure

2025

The performative part at the opening took place in collaboration with Tatiana Kocmur and Ana Guzmić

Supported by: City of Ljubljana

In collaboration: Alkatraz Gallery

Curathorship and text by: Lea Vene

Foto: Urša Rahne

The exhibition and performance A Table Without Measure is an invitation to take part in a dinner in the making, situated at the intersection of an experimental film set, a sculptural installation, and scenography. The dinner may, in fact, have already taken place, and we have just arrived for dessert—or perhaps the food is still being prepared, and we will have to wait a little longer for the courses to be served.

There will be quite a few guests, which is why a large quantity of handmade ceramic tableware was commissioned. Unfortunately, the raw ceramics are not yet ready for use. In this unfinished state, the table is occupied by a multitude of bowls, plates, glasses, and trays, suggesting that there will be no shortage of food. We will certainly eat cake. Cocktails will also be served. Everything on the table must be white—dirty white.

Installation: table with 300 ceramic objects, various scenic objects, costumes, food, drinks and special you tube playlist

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We are not alone at the dinner, as the material traces on the table indicate that someone has already reserved their place. They have left behind their makeup and a fan, a notebook, and a coat. We may expect them to appear during the evening—as a dispersed voice in the space or as a memory (a flashback) of one of the characters close to us. We have enough clues to try to recognize them among the crowd and raise a toast.

The hosts will help you find your place at the table, your role in the evening, and your piece of cake. You will complete the ambience by touching and rearranging the ceramics, through small talk, the smacking of cake, and sipping cocktails. Someone will very likely propose a toast, and someone else may entertain and set the guests dancing with the song “My Milkshake Brings All the …”.

Excerpt from a text by [Lea Vene]