What’s this fuss? What’s this strange cry?

Seven full spirits (*) — half slipped by.

Lost a half, not quite the whole,

Still enough to play the role!

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“6 v ½” stretches beyond the idea of a group show; it is an unfolding tension — spatial, sensorial, and affective — between what masculinity claims and what it conceals.

Born from a passing joke in the haze of a drunken night, the work has grown into a porous assemblage of image, sound, scent, performance, and residue.

The space tilts, splits, collapses — invaded by bizarre forms, solitary presences. These objects appear not as universal signs but as private traces — too personal, too peculiar to be decoded through type or symbol.They linger between presence and reticence, between the compulsion to reveal and the instinct to withhold. This restless motion reveals itself in skewed shadows, shifting lights, simmering smells, murmuring machines, and faltering words —
all suspended in the shared field: | the fragility & the masculinity |— a condition that can reach neither a plenitude of meaning nor a truly stable referent.

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(*) Seven full spirits (from the original 7 “vía” in Vietnamese)

According to Vietnamese folk belief, a man is said to have seven vía (women have nine) — immaterial spirits or life-essences that govern vitality, luck, and emotional balance. The phrase “seven full spirits” echoes this notion while gesturing toward the fragility and flux of masculine identity. The humorous phrase “losing half a spirit” plays on this concept while teasing the idea of masculine instability. With just six and a half left — is one never quite masculine or ever more virile/effeminate?