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Cover of N° 6 : Soundshine, Moki Cherry

Libraryman

N° 6 : Soundshine, Moki Cherry

Moki Cherry

€14.00

A Congregation of Clouds assembles eight artistic voices in the form of printed matter. These publications do not speak in unison; instead, they drift, accumulate, and resist.

To congregate is to gather—sometimes in quiet reflection, sometimes in protest, sometimes in ritual. Clouds do not ask permission to form. They appear when conditions allow, under a shared sky, without needing to resolve into one.

Edited and designed by Tony Cederteg

Published in 2025 ┊ Language: English

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Infinitif

ZILCH

Maxime Le Bon

In banana boxes, Maxime Le Bon collects and stores a lot of documents in a jumble. Most of them are printed, cut out from newspapers, magazines, old publications, erratas and other fragments of texts. Added to this are drawings that he improvises - some of them torn or stained that he don't want to display or throw away. This collection of heterogeneous items is then being rearranged and slipped into plastic pockets where he stores them. Unstable and in constant change, this improbable archive grows with the years. It sedimented layers of experiences and constitutes this heterogeneous deposit from which can emerge all sorts of fragmentary narratives and accidental arrangements. The publication ZILCH brings together a selection of images from this extensive archive.

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Phenicusa Press

Timothée Trouche, Marteau piqueur

Timothée Trouche, Marteau piqueur

Poetry €12.00

Encre verte pour tableaux noirs. Vingt-sept poèmes de Timothée Trouche (maître d’hôtel et instituteur) compilés avec la complicité de Teddy Coste (groom et solitaire).

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Phenicusa Press

Abattre les arbres, boucher les fontaines, renverser les pierres

Pia-Melissa Laroche

Abattre les arbres, boucher les fontaines, renverser les pierres réunit les 4 tomes d’un conte épisodique initialement paru en auto-édition tout au long de l’année 2021.
”Abattre les arbres, boucher les fontaines, renverser les pierres” sont les mots d’une archéologue s’exprimant à la radio au sujet des intentions des premiers chrétiens arrivant en Grande Bretagne. Cette formule a attendu de longues années dans mes notes avant de devenir un récit d’images.

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Nomad Papaya Books

Ungenießbare Zeichnungen

Shin Kudo

„Ungenießbare Zeichnungen“ is a series of visual traces by artist Shin Kudo. „Ungenießbar“ means „Unenjoyable“ in German, which is a term that is used to describe a certain category of fungi, considered not edible but also not poisonous. What is enjoyable and what is not? For whom should it be enjoyable? Spores, Blood vessels, nature energy, Alien….Shin Kudo’s intuitive drawing triggers our feelings between our daily world and the world that we often overlooked - The world full of life circling and endless streaming.

The book contains 24 drawings from the “∞” series and the spore print series “The Unknown Friends”, following with an interview conversation with the artist. 

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I Was Going to Work

Nourhan Maayouf

Sci-Fi €20.00

“Invest in a floating city or gentrify a submerged one.”

Nourhan Maayouf’s I Was Going to Work is a hybrid sci-fi picture book by the Cairo-based artist, in which the proto-cyborg citizens of Happy Land Nation establish new-fashioned diurnal rhythms against the ever-present backdrop of a monorail to nowhere and its pillars, idle and idolatrous.

Across forty-four spreads of what might be thought of as a picture book for adults, Maayouf delves into every aspect of a deeply familiar society in which retrograde devolution is billboarded as reinvention by Orwellian technocrats and speculators.

And yet pockets of the cyborg population continue striving, dreaming, craving, protesting, gleaning, and inventing. For a situation to be bleak, some notion of beauty must remain tenaciously rooted where it matters most.