Karl Haendel: Weeks in Wet Sheets / Barbara Seiler Gallery, Zürich

Barbara Seiler Gallery in Zürich opens the season with an exhibition of new works by Karl Haendel. The drawings, connected with a cardboard installation, revolve around the notion of ‘water’. The exhibition is titled Weeks in Wet Sheets. It’s Karl Haendel’s first solo exhibition at the Barbara Seiler Galerie.

Karl Haendel is an artist who makes drawings, installations, films, and public projects. He has been included in the Biennial of the Americas (2015), the Whitney Biennial (2014), Biennale de Lyon (2013), Prospect (2011), the California Biennial (2004, 2008). Recent solo exhibitions include Yvon Lambert, Paris, Night Gallery, Los Angeles, Locust Projects, Miami, The Box, Wexner Center for the Arts, Columbus, OH, and Lever House, New York.

Karl Haendel was born in 1976 in New York. He received a BA from Brown University in 1998 and a MFA from the University of California, Los Angeles in 2003. He also studied at the Whitney Museum Independent Study Program and the Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture. He lives, works and goes to the gym in Los Angeles.

Karl Haendel: Weeks in Wet Sheets / Barbara Seiler Gallery, Zürich. Vernissage, August 26, 2015.

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Excerpt from the press release:

I haven’t had a shower in like two days ! ewww I felt dirty, I must stink. I got my toiletries out of my suitcase (which I still need to unpack) and ran to the bathroom before anyone got in. I stripped off my hoodie and leggings, standing completely naked. I wasn’t a big fan of hotel bathrooms. The only toilet I like is the one at home. Public toilets are a NO! But I guess this hotel was good so the shower must have been cleaned. I turned on the water and began washing my curly hair. The thought of how curly it was going to become once I dried it disgusted me. Once I was finally finished I walked into the kitchen. There I found Maya and Janine eating pancakes and watching Sponge Bob.

I see you walk away, I’m watching your behind
Pull up, pull up, bring it back, come rewind

Remove top. Fill it. Insert filter. Screw. Give it a squeeze. Break up in 2 months. Start a relationship with a new filter.

I was in a ship that was wrecked, and the waves cast me ashore near a holy temple, where a young maidens found me on the shore and saved my life. I saw her but twice, and she is the only one in the world whom I could love; but you are like her, and you have almost driven her image out of my mind. She belongs to the holy temple, and my good fortune has sent you to me instead of her; and we will never part.

Shorty be that stripper on my pole, just add some more cash
Then I make it rain, watch me change the forecast

Biological clogging of filtration and infiltration systems has been acknowledged as a significant problem in the case of wastewater systems. However, scant research has been conducted on biological clogging in storm water filtration and infiltration systems, with the main hypothesis being that biological clogging is insignificant due to the low level of organics present in storm water.

Grinding on your hips, we stay body to body
I make her moist, she make sweat, no need for a Molly

I’ve decided to change my least favorite word. Because while ‘moist’ is gross, ‘malignant’ is malicious. Language became our vein of communication. But in truth he just doesn’t really communicate that well with people and he likes history, gets excited about fish terrariums and wants to be a beekeeper.

Whoo!! Her ass is curvy but that twerk game is commanding
I’m 5’8, hit her G-Spot, that pussy drip, outstanding

ok i NEED help. my hands never stop sweating! i feel so weird around my friends. i try to wipe it on my shirt or pants, but it just comes right back about the second after. they sweat a lot when when ever people give me high fives, or when girls hold me hand to run or something.

Middle finger, move inside her pussy, scream my name & all
Alley Oop that money shot, call it Love & Basketball

After this experience, I went searching for fountains. And they weren’t hard to find. They could be spotted in quaint piazzas, while traveling along busy streets and near popular attractions. Each one was unique, a work of art in their own way. Though on the flip side, it was completely shocking that the potable fountain water was free. Especially when a venti vanilla latte will run you a whopping eight bucks.

A $1 dollar investment in water can yield returns ranging from $8-$35 and can increase a country’s GDP on average by 3.7%, creating a win-win situation for all.

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