IF WE ALL MAKE THE FLOOR SLIDE UNDER OUR FEET?

Then maybe the buildings would move and with the buildings the blocks as well, then the cities then the countries then continents until the all world starts moving again.

By GERETS

NO INPUT ,
NO OUTPUT.

If you don't put stuff in, nothing will come out. People, feelings, emotions, yearning, pleasure, randomness, chatter, cinema, television, technology, eros, aggression, sweetness, photographs, books, travel, newspapers, magazines, blogs, words on the walls, road signs, obituaries, spellcasters of snakes, the jungle, the forest, the sea, letting go, losing control, art exhibitions, train schedules, work, sports, spirit, science, everything. Everything to do. Everything to imagine. Everything to mix. Everywhere always. Become the tiger
Become Gallerish.

Sound of the border

Seguire con l’orecchio il ronzio allontanarsi e la sua voce metallica affievolirsi. La grandezza del disegno sonoro che si creava nell’aria, i ghirigori invisibili

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About
theproject

We came into the conclusion of creating a brand-new platform that collects projects and performances, free from any social network pollution.

In other words, it is a gallery.
Or, even better, a Galler-ish.

JOIN GALLER ISH

Do you want to publish your works and want to be part of the project?
Submit your application, We will contact you for more details.

OUR team

CRISTINA CAPPELLI

I’d like to be in New York for an exhibition, in Berlin for a concert, in London for a theater show, in Paris for a reading poetry. I’d like to know Japanese dance, the art of a Slavic sculptor, the vision of an Australian photographer. I’d zoom out the world and make it smaller so much so that I can walk around and be in South America with a jump. I’d like to open my eyes and see all the horizons of the Earth and be absorbed by them. Gallerish can’t make the world smaller but it can definitely bridge the gap.

CHIARA TOMEI

Driven by a wind in which I feel that the only way to resist is solidarity, I'm looking for beauty as a ship looks for a lighthouse in the middle of the storm, trusting its lead to the harbors I long for. Around me, a fleet of artists from all over the world trying to set their own sails.

ZOE PERNICI

In the middle, loc. with the value of “between multiple elements” or “at an intermediate point of something”

GERETS

Love.
Noise.
Mixer.
Infinite combination of frequencies.

What agitates me? What sets me in motion?

Visual navigation. Pure exploration. It takes nothing to spoil. But I want to create. And I want all the slips. Now - everything turns off and the light turns on.