ABOUT
UPCOMING
EDITIONS
FROM 6 TO 9
TREMBLING OF MY HANDS
SOME THINGS I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
Tetine [Eliete Mejorado and Bruno Verner]
Feb 18th - April 5th
Tetine is a Brazilian-born, London-based duo whose practice spans music production, performance, film, video, and poetry. With over thirty albums released across four decades, their work moves fluidly between experimental music and conceptual art. In 2002 they collaborated with Sophie Calle on the critically acclaimed album “Samba de Monalisa”, a work marked by euphoric melancholy, a tonal tension that continues to resonate throughout Tetine’s practice. Emerging from the effervescent London underground post-punk and electronic scenes of the early 2000s, Tetine’s work has consistently explored intimacy, repetition, vulnerability, and emotional excess as political and poetic strategies.
POUNDING OF MY HEART TREMBLING OF MY HANDS SOME THINGS I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND takes its title from a fragment of a love song, a lyrical confession trapped between desire and disorientation. The exhibition is structured as a spatial and mental maze composed of over 130 phrases drawn from songs that orbit Tetine’s personal and cultural universe. Lyrics function as coordinates rather than explanations: fragments such as NO SEX LAST NIGHT, ANIMAL NUMERAL, WILD IS THE WIND or YOU CAME FOR FREE TRADE I’M FOR FREE LOVE act as emotional triggers, opening portals to other songs, other bodies, other times.
Printed on paper and connected across the walls by black tape, these phrases form a network of meaning, a visual score reminiscent of mapping systems, diagrams, and semiotic constellations. The connections are not linear; there is no prescribed order, no beginning or end. Visitors are encouraged to drift, retrace their steps, loop back, get lost. The exhibition resists narrative closure, mirroring the way music operates in memory: associative, fragmentary, involuntary.
At the heart of the installation is a three-hour hypnotic, mutant soundscape, comprising beatless, instrumental, narrative and vocal tracks originally composed by Tetine, playing on a loop. The sound fills the space, sensorially communicating with the texts both conceptually and historically, while allowing visitors to tune in and out - to let the music seep into the body rather than dominate it. Music becomes atmosphere, pulse, history, trajectory, breath: a temporal fabric rather than a spectacle.
This exhibition is grounded in the belief that music possesses a unique power to bypass language and access memory directly. Songs can transport us to places we no longer inhabit, summon emotions we cannot name, or unlock memories when other cognitive pathways fail. Music can be remembered when words are lost; it can be sung before it is understood. In this sense, POUNDING OF MY HEART TREMBLING OF MY HANDS SOME THINGS I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND proposes music as a non-linear archive, one that survives through repetition, rhythm, and bodily recall.
The exhibition’s score functions as an invitation rather than an instruction. Anyone may perform it, alone or together, silently or aloud. To read is already to sing; to think is already to produce sound. Visitors are encouraged to count their pulse, choose a note, hold a tempo, repeat until language dissolves into refrain. Time stretches. Ego softens. The music does not end when one leaves the space; it continues internally, carried away like a melody stuck in the mind.
By collapsing exhibition, score, and performance into a single gesture, Tetine positioned music as both medium and method, a way of thinking, remembering, and being together. Sound becomes memory, memory becomes movement, and meaning emerges through collective resonance. Tapping into shared cultural memory, one refrain lingers: WHERE IS MY MIND.
The phrase recalls the final scene of the film Fight Club: the detonations already set in motion, the financial district collapsing building by building, and the Pixies’ song playing with disarming tenderness as Tyler Durden’s vision reaches its conclusion. Hand in hand with Marla, the narrator watches the skyline fall, suspended between intimacy and annihilation. The world as it was organised dissolves to a pop refrain.
To carry this song in one’s head today feels uncannily present. As political and economic leaders speak openly of a “new world order”, systems once assumed to be stable reveal their fragility. We are experiencing the spectacle of collapse in a slow, cumulative disintegration. In this context, POUNDING OF MY HEART TREMBLING OF MY HANDS SOME THINGS I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND does not aestheticise ruin, nor does it propose escape. Instead, it asks what it means to remain attuned, to pulse, rhythm, and collective breath, as structures fall away.
Here, music becomes a mode of orientation amid uncertainty. A way of holding time when narratives break down. A way of staying with one another while the background shifts irreversibly. The refrain loops, unresolved. The buildings fall. The question persists: Where are our minds?
Jéssica Varrichio
London, Feb 2026
London, Feb 2026