FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Aman Sandhu
2 - 17 November, 2024
2/2 318 Langside Rd, Glasgow
fuck your lover but also fuck your lover. if the lover’s beloved is truly god than we’re tired of longing,
tired of imagining, that tease of new worlds. isn’t it about time for union? god, fuck your lovers!
when they set themself on fire, that made sense finally – like fireflies, these self-immolating bodies
that don’t require reflection from another, showing that there are gods within.
FUCK YOUR LOVER!
fuck you Andrew Black, fuck you Calum Sutherland, fuck you Charlie Prodger, fuck you Esther
Draycott, fuck you Jen Aldred, fuck you Matthew Arthur Williams, fuck you Renata Ottati, fuck you
Sahar Te, fuck you Swapnaa Tamhane, fuck you Sarah Tripp
fuck you Ibn Arabi and fuck you John Coltrane.
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Aman Sandhu, ‘I like.’, pen on paper, 2024
Aman Sandhu, ‘The Fireflies’, charcoal on print, 2024; ‘Safdar Hashmi’, pencil on paper, 2022
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Aman Sandhu, ‘Untitled’, laser cut text on leather apron, 2022
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Aman Sandhu, ‘The Beast’, marker on paper bag, 2024
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Aman Sandhu, ‘ray, I finished it.’, charcoal on paper, 2022
Aman Sandhu, ‘i miss the lover, i love the lover, i hate the lover, i die for the lover, i wish i never met the lover, i dig in to feel the abrasion from the rub of my knees where i suddenly find them pressing into the ground where the lover’s feet walked in surrender of having found the lover! / i miss the world, i love the world, i hate the world, i die for the world, i wish i never met the world, i dig in to feel the abrasion from the rub of my knees where i suddenly find them pressing into the ground where the world’s feet walked in surrender of having found the world!’, gold joss paper, tape, 2024
Aman Sandhu, ‘i miss the lover, i love the lover, i hate the lover, i die for the lover, i wish i never met the lover, i dig in to feel the abrasion from the rub of my knees where i suddenly find them pressing into the ground where the lover’s feet walked in surrender of having found the lover! / i miss the world, i love the world, i hate the world, i die for the world, i wish i never met the world, i dig in to feel the abrasion from the rub of my knees where i suddenly find them pressing into the ground where the world’s feet walked in surrender of having found the world!’, gold joss paper, tape, 2024
Installation View, Aman Sandhu, FUCK YOUR LOVER!
Aman Sandhu, ‘Telepathy with God’, pencil on paper / text on sticker, 2024
Photo credit: Max Slaven
