ELIZA BALLESTEROS, SZILVIA BOLLA, HANNAH ROSE STEWART

Curated by Niki Bernath
8.5. - 14.6. 2025 VUNU Vienna

In Hamlet, sleep and death blur into one: “to die, to sleep; To sleep: Perchance to dream: Ay, there’s the rub!” If sleep is a kind of death, then what are we in that space between? A limbo state where the body is alive but dormant, still like relics, while our minds drift as wandering phantoms through the corridors of strange dreams. The ancient greeks saw sleep (Hypnos) And death (Thanatos) as twin brothers, and Descartes questioned whether the self persists when perception fades. If the ghost no corpse explores the ghostly nature of sleep, where consciousness detaches, the body rests, and we become our own specters.

Supported by Slovak Institute in Vienna