fragments of x

fragments of x

In a time permeated by a sense of collective grief, the act of remembering begins to shift. Words fall short, images remain fragile, and understanding reaches the body belatedly. What remains are fragments — movements, tensions held in muscle memory, rhythms of breath, sensations that resist linear narration.

Artist, choreographer, and dancer kiana rezvani (West Iran/Berlin) opens, in fragments of x, a personal archive of the forgotten — a moving constellation of traces, hidden places, and overwritten histories. This archive is not a stable site but a bodily condition: something that shifts, stalls, and resumes — like a breath held for a moment.

kiana unfolds their practice through fabulation — a tentative linking of what seems lost, an approach toward what cannot be fully spoken. Fiction becomes a bodily imagination and a curatorial practice that connects fragments rhizomatically. Time settles into layered movements; memory touches the present and asks: What emerges in the body when pain persists? How does one continue moving when orientation dissolves?

The exhibition searches for fragments within the in-between — not as a return to a former state, but as a new relation to loss. How do we reconnect with what seems lost? How does life begin again while ruins continue to resonate within the body?

Politics appears as an embodied experience — a practice of remaining within one’s own body:

A body that keeps breathing.
A hand holding another.
Sunlight on warm skin.
Water remembering movement.

Within these small gestures resides a quiet resistance — inner acts of the revolutionary. They hold grief without allowing the body to harden and enable a return to life through touch, rhythm, and presence.

fragments of x unfolds as both journey and journal: an ongoing record of the moment — step by step, breath by breath. Community is not a given here but emerges through shared perception, through the synchronization of gazes, movements, and pauses.

Perhaps change begins precisely there:
where bodies remain beside one another,
where powerlessness is shared,
where life — fragile, warm, and persistent — continues to pulse.