Dings Kind

Group Show

“What Was It Called Again? You Know, The Thingy. The One From Back Then.”
“Oh, That. No Idea.”

Everyone Has One: Grandma’s Biscuit Tin, The Stuffed Animal With Only One Eye, The Box That Comes Down From The Attic Every December. Nobody Remembers What It’s Called, But We’d Recognise It Instantly.

Art And Thought Have Always Grappled With The Thing. Rilke Wrote His Thing Poems, Heidegger Devoted An Entire Lecture To A Simple Jug, And Duchamp Put A Bottle Rack In A Museum. Kant Even Admitted That We Will Never Know The Thing-in-itself Anyway. We Simply Call It: Dings.

Dings Kind Brings Together 20 Artistic Positions Centred On The Familiar, The Childlike And The Half-forgotten: Things That Were With Us Before We Had Words For Them. The Exhibition Moves Between The Nursery And The White Cube, Between Memory And Imagination. It Asks: What Makes A Thing Our Thing? And Why Does Its Name Always Escape Us Precisely When We Need It Most?