eva hesse, lukas heerich, rindon johnson
max goelitz freut sich, Hauser & Wirth anlässlich von Various Others 2026 einzuladen. Die Ausstellung bringt Werke der zeitgenössischen Künstler Lukas Heerich und Rindon Johnson in einen Dialog mit frühen ausgewählten Arbeiten auf Papier und einer Malerei von Eva Hesse. Generationsübergreifend untersuchen die Künstler:innen experimentelle Materialprozesse in denen Formen entstehen und dabei physische wie konzeptuelle Spannungen sichtbar werden. Innerhalb dieser Ausstellung beziehen sich Heerich und Johnson auf Hesses Praxis und entwickeln einen Raum, in der Themen, die in Hesses Gemälde und Arbeiten auf Papier anklingen, reflektiert und weiter interpretiert werden.
Sie greifen Hesses Hinwendung zu Instabilität, Nonkonformität und Verletzlichkeit sowie ihre Auseinandersetzung mit Körperlichkeit und psychischer Verflechtung auf, indem sie den Galerieraum selbst neu konfigurieren. Anstatt Architektur als neutralen Behälter zu behandeln, begreifen beide Künstler den Raum als durchlässigen Körper. Teile der Wände werden entfernt und legen die dahinterliegende Struktur frei, während subtile, zugleich präzise Eingriffe Wahrnehmung und Bewegung lenken. Die Ausstellung entfaltet sich so als fragmentierte Umgebung, in der Sichtbarkeit und Obstruktion zu aktiven skulpturalen und konzeptuellen Bedingungen werden. In Hesses Werk sind Prozesse des Sehens und der Selbstbefragung untrennbar mit Fragen von Form, Fragmentierung und Verkörperung verbunden. Heerich und Johnson spiegeln diese Anliegen in ihren eigenen Materialien und räumlichen Strategien wider und evozieren eine körperliche Erfahrung, in der die Betrachtenden sich ihrer Präsenz, Orientierung, Verletzlichkeit und Kontrolle neu bewusst werden.
Anlässlich von Various Others 2026 lädt max goelitz Eva Hesse und Hauser & Wirth nach München ein.
Opening
Freitag 15 Mai
18 – 21 Uhr
Öffnungszeiten während dem Opening Weekend
Samstag 16 Mai | 11 – 18 Uhr
Sonntag 17 Mai | 11 – 16 Uhr
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Eva Hesse, No title, 1960 -
Lukas Heerich, Untitled, 2026
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Eva Hesse, No title, 1961
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Rindon Johnson, Whether you like it or not, I have a hoarse voice, the egg you already are keeps becoming an egg again, the survival occurs in the aggregate, baby turtles racing to the beach while the birds and snakes feast, two thousand four hundred years, the ulliphant is toothless and much good may it do him, the bicephalics raise their two heads at once, dust returns to dust, the long march of escaped women continues., 2026
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Lukas Heerich, graft III, 2026
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Eva Hesse, No title, 1961
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Rindon Johnson, Come rain or wind, snow or hail, thunder or stifling heat, I shall go, you won't have to carry me on your back as is traditional with this type of crossing, on the contrary I could even carry you a little if necessary, the demon does not stop, the demon compels. My sovereign beauty, my sovereign good, the air here is as rough as the skin of a peach and the sky is acid against the ridges of the hills, big eyes fluffy ears programming socks and silly memes, a string of dykes appeared naked on their motorcycles their skin gleaming black or golden and one after the other they rode over the hill disappearing into a flowering bush, take care there's no rose without a thorn., 2026
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Lukas Heerich, Paar, 2026
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Rindon Johnson, Even the words are made flesh, cuddles have no interiority, cute diffuses pulsions across agendaless surfaces that remain intact and unpenetrated, the paw the skirt the cat ears are attachable surface elements, look she's covered with hair from head to foot even her back's hairy, look it's as long as a middle finger cut it off cut it off, the body is reconceived as origami rather than as a vessel, look she's covered with scales now they glitter in the sun, look it's gone now, look it's back, I've settled to argue with fog., 2026
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Eva Hesse, No title, 1961
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Rindon Johnson, Manastabal, my guide, walks ahead of me with her hands in the pockets of her jeans, the space is flat, flat enough to reveal the circularity of the planet on the horizon, the sand passes in fine hard blades over the beaten surfaces, what comes through comes as protocol and is indifferent all that is serious melts into cute, the eagle falls to the ground with a clanking noise, Manastabal, my guide, normally static in appearance has relaxed limbs and lively muscles, I have difficulty in attracting her attention, quite suddenly she says you will have to find the words to describe this place lest everything you see suddenly disappears, the egg you already are keeps becoming an egg again., 2026
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Lukas Heerich, Home, 2026
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Rindon Johnson, Do something! Pale Fire (can you see things that have never been imagined) something to gain, try to force a note beyond its power, dogs in the dirt, now I’m shouting, change, constant change, what’s yours is looking for you., 2026
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Lukas Heerich, Trage, 2026
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Rindon Johnson, Fog, Fog, Father, Father, why hast thou forsaken me, acceleration is demonic, the demons don't tell you what to do or what's going to happen next, they compel, Manastabal, my guide, utters a laugh that grates unpleasantly on my nerves, could we be in Hell already, but no I see only dust and whirling eddies of wind around me, you get the accelerationism you deserve., 2026
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Rindon Johnson, The blow renders a hollow metallic sound, the eagle falls to the ground with a clanking noise its wings agitated by mechanical jerks while the jammed automaton voice slowly repeats the same phrases, the packet keeps changing in the wrapper, the demon ride continues, there's so many drivers it's not a car, the eagle was a robot all along and we didn't know, the bourlababu blows, the appendages multiply, the leashes pull, the eagle was a robot all along., 2026
