Dark Waters

Tunnel vision, dark circles under the eyes and breathlessness – a hangover in the bathtub. The conversation with the small rubber duck turns into a darkly poetic lament about last night’s filth.

Thinking about thwarted migration, exploitative systems, the threadbare glamour of mass tourism in lockdown. Cruise ships lie in the harbour, film footage fades.

Punta, a moustachioed Maltese, weaves a traditional fish trap. As always, waves crash on the rocks, but the times when you could earn a living by fishing here are long gone.

From ritual dance performances on the Indonesian island of Java, to colonialist film images, to an intervention at the Amsterdam Rijksmuseum: T.A. Kusno settles the score with colonialism.

A story inspired by Bach’s timeless music, narrated on the editing table and painted on six rolls of toilet paper. A multicoloured and at the same time profound pleasure.

Dark spots eat their way into graphically idealised images of home. With unsparing objectivity, Rubina describes why Russian can no longer be the language of security for her.

The Fluid Lagos Collective explores what water means to them and the city: through the eyes of a boatman, his passenger and through bodies made of water – sometimes sluggish, sometimes flowing.