You follow its threads, and it takes you almost everywhere: to the fabric of language and the locus of truth, to the foundation of architecture and the structure of a labyrinth, to the “dark” side of women and metamorphoses into spiders, to Tantra and all possible interpenetrations. So daily, handy, banal and at the same time so mystical. The Weaving.

Yasuaki Kuroda shows his “Naturally Died Silk Threads”: It is the exhibition of the very transition of something organic and natural into the autonomous and elevated-above-nature, self-defined fabric of the cultural, the symbolic, the linguistic. Threads die to turn into 0 and 1. The natural becomes binary in weaving. The primordial split happens on the loom. But in the same time, it is the practice of bringing opposites together. It is the practice of The Union. We bite That Apple in weaving (during the day) and at the same time we un-bite it (during the night).
Yes, we are bringing another machine into Frantic Gallery. It is the machine that was recording messages long before any writing system ever appeared. Weaving is a craft that presents the structures of the stories in which we inscribe our lives. We can understand how our reality itself is structured by analyzing the patterns that this machine can and cannot create. Our Matrix is woven here, and since it is not without a lack – who knows – maybe we can find the way that a rupture could be made. Welcome to the grid… let’s see how it works.

text = Rodion TR, Frantic Gallery Director