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A digital exhibitionEDITION 2027 / 01

All poise.
No purpose.

You can become anything.
Or sit down for a moment.

Do come in.
There is nothing to achieve.

A male figure in a hat and yellow suit spreads his arms in a yellow armchair. — 01 / 05The Grand Gesture.

ART. CHARACTERS. CERTAIN UNCERTAINTIES.Scrolling is a kind of movement, too.

01 / From the picture archiveA selection.
No connection required.

All a matter
of attitude.

An armchair. A pose. A faint suspicion
that something important is about to happen.
A picture happens.

A male figure in an ochre suit sits cross-legged in a yellow armchair. — I.
The Sitting.
It was agreed
to remain seated.

A female figure with round sunglasses and a yellow suit against a geometric backdrop. — II.
Insight.
The glasses know more.

A male figure stretches his legs out of an armchair made of colourful tubes. — III.
The Long Thought.
It leads nowhere.
Rather elegantly.

A laughing female figure in a golden suit against a dark background. — IV.
For No Particular Reason.
Sometimes that is enough.

15 PICTURES. MANY POINTS OF VIEW.

A Certain Certainty.

The Quiet Authority.

The Long Thought.

A Good Outlook.

For No Particular Reason.

A Cheerful State of Affairs.

Sascha Uno, More or Less.

A Perfectly Good Place.

The Grand Gesture.

The Pause Between.

Composure Itself.

A passing observation

Even a detour
has a sense of direction.

NON-BINDING. EVEN FOR THE UNIVERSE.

02 / A room for listeningA poem. A song. Two small escapes.
For a moment without an agenda.

Nothing
has a sound.

Spoken word

On Staying

A small poem about an armchair, a grand vision and a patch of light.

0:000:39

Original audio in German. Text in your language.

Read the text

The armchair stands in the room.
It has no vision.
It has no plans to grow, either.

Light falls on its back
as though it had nothing better to do.
Perhaps it is right.

A man sits down.
He wears a suit
that promises more than his calendar.

For a long time, he says nothing.
Then he says:
We should think bigger.

The armchair stays as it is.

Outside, the future is being invented.
In here, a patch of light moves
from the armrest to the floor.

Nobody commissioned it.
Nobody measures its impact.

For a moment,
everything is in its place.
Even what is missing.

Instrumental

An Armchair in Three-Four Time

Piano, double bass and a politely evasive bass clarinet.

0:001:40

Instrumental

Nothing to Prove

Prepared piano, a quiet pulse and room for the unplanned.

0:001:40

Song

Dressed for Nothing

A warm voice, a well-cut suit and a complete absence of plans.

0:002:30

Original audio in German. Text in your language.

Read the lyrics

The suit knows the answer.
I only know the room.
The future rang the doorbell.
I heard it in a dream.
A patch of light on the armrest
considers itself important.
I offer it my right hand.
It wanders to the wall.

I have nothing planned,
and I wear it very well.
I look as though
it all depends on me.
I have nothing planned.
The armchair takes me seriously.
You can go a very long way
without going anywhere.

My shadow has resigned.
It wanted more of a profile.
Now it hangs upon the wall.
I think it has some style.
The clock is doing its rounds.
I leave it to itself.
You need not become someone new
with every passing hour.

Perhaps this is already everything.
Perhaps we only need a picture.
I have not changed.
I have simply been placed differently.

I have nothing planned,
and I wear it very well.
I look as though
it all depends on me.
I have nothing planned.
The armchair takes me seriously.
You can go a very long way
without going anywhere.

I have nothing planned.
Please do not disturb.

No autoplay. You set the tone.

A male figure in a pink suit between colourful vertical bands.

Sascha Uno, More or Less.

03 / What it is about

About nothing.
With devotion.

It began with a character. A very certain man in a very certain armchair. Born as a parody of a world in which everyone was supposed to become everything.

Today, Sascha Uno is allowed simply to exist. Somewhere between a grand gesture and an empty promise. The pictures take up space. The character takes himself a little less seriously.

You need not take anything away.
But you are welcome to.

End of the tour

You may now
carry on.

Or do nothing once more