Agony - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

19:30 // Megnyitó by djbestbars

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What Would Janka Do on a bad day?

She’d paint, hate it immediately, then hate herself for hating it.

What Would Janka Do on a good day?

Same. But she’d call it ‘the process’.

What Would Janka Do with contradictions inside of her?

She’d stage them as erotic wrestling and pretend it’s a metaphor. Admit she’s rooting for both sides.

What Would Janka Do with businessmen?

She’d put them on all fours. Call it art.

What Would Janka Do in the 8th district?

She’d get spooked by a homeless man wearing a feminist dad hat, then paint it as social commentary.

What Would Janka Do when overwhelmed?

She’d panic. Then apologize. Then not mean it.

What Would Janka Do with awkward situations?

She’d turn them into 1-page comics where she’s always the punchline. Then worry that no one got the joke.

What Would Janka Do with agony?

She’d exaggerate it until it became a parody. Then feel guilty for laughing.

What Would Janka Do on her exhibition opening?

Stress, hide, go mute, eventually faint.

Nothing is too ordinary or too strange to become material for Janka. Her work won’t solve anything, it only offers pieces of her own daily battles and nonsense. Last time I checked it was still legal.

If she asked you to sit (or more like stand) with discomfort just long enough to notice what it reveals for you, what would you do?