The videos of Brigitte Zieger evoke memories of lost childhood, wallpapers at grandparents’ homes, quiet provincial life. Inside, hiding, small moving silhouettes treck with heavy backpacks, women point guns at you.
By the same artists, the gallery also presents two small drawings of clouds, glittery with eye shadow, which, upon closer inspection, look like dust hovering after an explosion.
There is no escape from the violence of the grown-up world.