Between Worlds Exhibition: Introducing a new saint

performance

Nov 20

BETWEEN WORLDS – Exhibition & Performance November 15th 2025 | MEGA Contemporary, Hamburg

Between Worlds: First Coming of Saint Inbetween

On cold nights the glass of MEGA Contemporary turns black before it turns bright.
For one special night, the gallery became a chapel of the unresolved: voices sinking into that strange hush that comes when people realise they are no longer just looking at pictures – they are being looked at back.

The visitors drifting through banners and skulls, through gold-leaf altars and painted riders, until they reached the cluster of works that marked a beginning: three gilded icons and a house altar for a figure we are only just learning to name.

The one who lives in between

We called her Saint Inbetween.

She does not belong to any church that would claim her. She comes from the fault line between guilt and self-righteousness, carried over water like contraband. In the old stories, three women step forward from the fog to teach her the secret trades: how to bind fever with herbs, how to stitch a torn soul to a breathing body, how to hold another woman’s grief without flinching.

For this they call her witch.
For this she is dragged to the river.

But the river does not take her down. It takes her through. She rises marked – not with innocence, not with guilt, but with the knowledge that every sentence passed on a body is also passed on a world. She becomes patron saint of the almost, the not-yet, the ones who stand with one foot on the boat and one on the burning shore.

Her icons in the show are small, almost modest: a face ringed with skulls; a halo that looks a little too much like a warning flare; gold leaf pressed around the edges like the frame of a door you are not sure you should walk through. The house altar opens on a red skull and a promise that the lost, the lonely and the silenced will not be abandoned.

This is only the prologue. Saint Inbetween will return – in more works, more performances, more rites stitched into the weeks ahead.

The sermon in the concrete nave

On the opening night, the gallery floor became a nave of poured concrete.
We lit the room with the quiet of an expectant crowd, then spoke her into being.

Together with our companions Paula Hauss and Viktoria Hempel, we carried the sermon into the space – a story told not just with words, but with shoulders, breath and the slow turning of bodies. They led Saint Inbetween from barn to riverbank, through accusation and immersion, until she stood among us as something else entirely: not a legend, but a presence.

Their performance dragged the text out of the page and nailed it to the moment. Each phrase became a step; each pause, a wound opening and closing in the air. Without them, the saint would have remained an image. With them, she became an encounter.

Those who held the threshold with us

No shrine stands alone.

Our deepest thanks to DreiSpinnen for walking this road with us, for weaving their works and visions into this shared room between worlds. Thank you to MEGA Contemporary for opening the doors, trusting us with the space, and letting the night run a little stranger and a little longer than usual.

To our co-performers and long-time companions: you are the ones who always show up when the words are still fragile and the rituals have not yet learned to stand on their own legs. Your presence is the rope that holds the whole structure together.

And to Harikrisshnan, who captured this special night in images – thank you. Your photographs are proof how the room did tilt for a while, that Saint Inbetween stepped across the line and looked back at us.

This was St. Inbetweens first public appearance.
It will not be the last.