BAD THINGS HAPPEN
BYRON GAGO
Bodies Farming · 2022
Leviathan is a transparent plexiglass tank in a black metal frame, filled with water. Inside floats a body cast in latex, poured in layers onto an epoxy mould taken from the inside of a male torso, so that what the tank holds is the interior surface of a body turned outward. An air pump beneath the structure pushes oxygen through tubes into the water and the form, raising bubbles that read as breath. The work is small, lit by a single overhead spot in a darkened room, and at first glance it appears alive. 160 × 45 × 35 cm.
The title is not homage to Hobbes but a refutation in miniature. Hobbes's Leviathan is sovereign power figured as a giant body composed of all the smaller bodies it commands, total integration. This is the reverse: a single small body, alone in its tank, dependent on the machine that breathes for it. It is Leviathan minus the subjects, what the fiction of total integration becomes once the integration breaks down. Its only property is that it requires constant maintenance to stay "alive," and the maintenance is mechanical.
And nothing is alive. The latex needs no oxygen; the pump sustains only the appearance of life: the current that stirs the water, the bubbles that imply respiration. The apparatus of life-support is keeping nothing alive, and the viewer reads breathing where there is only circulation. Latex carries its own lineage: medical gloves, disposable barriers, the surfaces between bodies and clinical procedures. So the floating form is medicalised material shaped into an interior. Read against the title, the claim is contemporary: sovereignty as the maintenance of a body that cannot live without external support.
Closer to Grey is an installation of industrial glass, neon and electrical components, arranged to read the space it occupies rather than to fill it. Its vocabulary is provisional: construction-grade materials placed where the building had already left openings, in the formal language of autoconstrucción and the temporary, unfinished installation. The precarity looks like the residue of a work-in-progress, evidence of a process of appropriating and using space; but the incompletion is the finished form, not a stage on the way to one.
The work was made inside a building that was itself unfinished, Maison Gaudard mid-renovation, and it chose to work with that condition rather than against it. The neon runs where the electrical conduit already ran; the glass leans where the wall left a recess. The installation registers the building's provisional state and adds one more layer to it. So the "use of space" the work performs is really the building's own continuing claim on itself, made visible: the user is the room, and the work is shaped by what the architecture, the owners and the regulations already permit.
That places the work inside the same problem the series carries. Autoconstrucción is what people build when the state will not house them and the market cannot reach them: salvaged material, exposed rebar, work left unfinished because staying alive matters more than finishing. To borrow its look in a Geneva gallery is to translate a survival logic into an aesthetic, and the translation costs exactly what it borrows. The displacement is the work's politics only if it is named; named, the provisional vocabulary becomes a question about who gets to leave things unfinished, and why.
Combat de Reines, subtitled Medusas, hangs ceramic bodies from a heavy industrial metal structure, in a position of vertical subordination. The forms are hand-modelled clay, concave and bevel-edged, fired and glazed so that copper oxide applied to the lower interior triggers a chemical reaction during firing, contaminating the upper body with notes of red. Soft, jellyfish-like shapes, they are held aloft by weighty supports, a tension between the apparent lightness of the organic forms and the constriction of the frame that decides where they hang. 169 × 85 × 25 cm.
The title names a Valais institution: the combat de reines, the cow fights in which Hérens cows are put horn-to-horn each spring to decide the queen of the herd, sold as folklore, but really a ritual of sanctioned dominance staged between female bodies for human spectacle. Applied to these suspended, female-shaped forms, the title marks a combat that is already over. The bodies are not fighting; they hang where a structure decided elsewhere has placed them. Medusas names what they resemble and what they cannot do. A jellyfish moves only through the medium that carries it, and here there is no medium, only suspension. The viewer meets the result, not the fight.
The redness is the work's one refusal. Copper-oxide red emerges from inside the clay during firing: internal contamination, not surface decoration; the body reddens from within, through the conditions the firing puts it through. The structure can fix the form's position in space but not its colour: the only freedom left to the suspended body is the chemistry of its own making. And the encounter is intimate by design. At 169 cm, just under average human height in the Valais, these are bodies the size of yours, met at eye level, with the metal cage standing taller. You are placed between them.
EXIT #1 — EXIT #2 is a pair of hollow stainless-steel structures, each built from eight shaped and assembled bars, each 169 × 85 × 25 cm, partly filled with Cubensis Albino mycelium. Steel is an inherently hostile environment for life, its sharp finishes generating danger and discomfort; yet its chromium content lets it self-heal, forming a passive protective film in the presence of oxygen. The mycelium is placed in a setting that cannot sustain it: a forced, almost impossible encounter that would not occur in nature.
The mycelium was inoculated three weeks before the opening. It did not fruit and it did not die quickly; it did what mycelium does in a hostile substrate: slowed, thinned, retreated to the few tolerable pockets, and continued in dormancy, visibly diminished across the six weeks of the show. The structure is not preserving the organism; it is documenting its slow loss. Against this, the steel's self-healing chromium film: stainless steel is the one metal that answers its own damage by regenerating its surface, resilient in the way the institutions built from it (storage units, surgical tables, careers) are resilient. The work's quiet argument is that the metal heals and the organism does not. Resilience is uneven; it is distributed by what you are made of.
EXIT names the impossibility built in. Steel offers only one direction: out. There is no equilibrium in which steel and mycelium share a volume comfortably; the organism can die back or be removed by a technician's hand, but it cannot stay and live. The doubling of the two structures insists this is not the accident of one container but the condition of the substrate. And the organism is a charged one: Cubensis Albino A+ is a psilocybin species, chosen here not for any pharmacology but because it is the people's mushroom, one of the most accessible ways to begin working with a living organism outside agriculture. The work is not about altered states; the legal and cultural charge is simply in the room, named rather than hidden.