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*Upcoming* Solo Show
Too Many Open Tabs Pt 2.
Antwerp

13/06/2026
Second Room

*Upcoming* Group Show
La Quinzaine Radieuse
Piacé

20/06/2026
Cur. by François Curlet

*Currently*  Residency
Cité internationale des arts
Paris
11/2025 to 07/2026



SELECTED
WORKS


Too Many Open Tabs °2026
I Could Live Here Forever °2025
Glass Skin ° 2024
A Box is a Box is a Box ° 2022-24
Detox °  2023
Affected Youth ° 2023
Unpacking ° 2023
Lover’s Chair  ° 2022
Loves me, loves me not ° 2022
Mark Brand ° 2020-21
Love Machine ° 
2021
L’After Show 
° 2021
Catering Trays ° 2021
Unpack/Organs ° 2019


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TOO MANY OPEN TABS



 

EN/

In this exhibition, Harold Lechien presents a series of paintings constructed from forgotten family archives and images saved on a personal cloud. Photographs and fragments of memories have been assembled and overlaid, printed on canvas, and reworked with successive layers of oil paint.

These works are rooted in a condition known as brainrot: a word referring to both a state of mental and visual saturation caused by intensive internet use, as well as certain forms of content (especially those generated by artificial intelligence). In this system of perpetual scrolling, where intimate memory is outsourced to digital media, images lose their chronology, their hierarchy, their meaning : all becomes content.The canvas acts then as a domestic wormhole: a material surface on which these elements have been frozen at the moment of collision, sedimented by the various steps of the process. In these compositions, some fragments surface and persist while others fade away ; they are all kept in suspension, in a flattened and absolute present.

From these hallucinatory constellations, unease emerges, an uncanny disturbance that seeks to destabilize the ordinary temporality of reality: decay, lurking in the shadows.

Text by Gabriel René Franjou

FR/

Harold Lechien présente dans cette exposition une série de peintures, réalisées à partir d’archives familiales oubliées et d’images sauvegardées sur un cloud personnel. Photographies et fragments de souvenirs ont été assemblés et superposés par montage numérique, imprimés sur toile, puis retravaillés par couches successives de peinture à l’huile. Ce travail émerge d’une condition qu’on appelle brainrot : un terme désignant à la fois une saturation mentale et visuelle due à une utilisation intensive d’internet, ainsi que certaines formes de contenus (notamment celles générées par intelligence artificielle). Dans ce régime de défilement perpétuel, où la mémoire intime est extériorisée vers le numérique, les images perdent leur chronologie, leur hiérarchie, leur sens : tout devient contenu.

La toile agit alors comme un wormhole domestique : une surface matérielle où ces éléments ont été figés à l’instant de la collision, sédimentés par les différentes étapes du processus. Dans ces compositions, certains fragments affleurent et persistent tandis que d’autres s’effacent ; ils sont maintenus en état de suspension, dans un présent total et aplati.

De ces amalgames chimériques naît un certain malaise, un trouble qui cherche à déstabiliser le réel et sa temporalité ordinaire: c’est la pourriture qui pointe le bout de son nez.

Texte d’exposition de Gabriel René Franjou






neurologists call this drink bottled Alzheimer’s how do you drink

it well last night we let the bottled Alzheimer’s talk listen i brought

you into this world and i can take you out of it i am not spending the

night in the emergency room you slept the whole night through you

were the best smelling baby but do not let your computer see that picture

they could send a SWAT team to your house do you remember where you

were on 9/11 because i think nobody should remember anything they don’t

need to although you can’t make an omelet without throwing a couple of

eggs in the food processor you do realize that purity is not an option i am

making up the sins for guaranteed absolution my parents used to have

to pull me around in a little red wagon it was uncanny to see in that

black-and-white movie a scene called Jack Shows Meg His Tesla Coil

and he carries his Tesla coil in a little red wagon just like mine it’s

an electrical transformer and it generates a bunch of sparks all

around it it looks like wild wild lightning did you know Nikola Tesla

perceived the earth to be a conductor of acoustical resonance isn’t it

fucked up that licking your lips makes them dry faster have you noticed

that washing machine time isn’t even close to real-life time in real life

the pearl cannot be turned back to sand do you remember the first time

you saw a flower i don’t know much about flowers to me they’re all

just flowers i think in my past life i posed for a painting and

they stole my soul from me they’re gonna boil me for a stew tomorrow

they’re gonna cut me up into delicious bite-size pieces watch the

expiration date though someone i used to know did DMT back in ’08

and ever since they’ve been able to intercept the satellite transmission

of every football game with their mind except during the commercial break

they see a portrait of their grandparents dissolving into static but

yeah what are you gonna do about it it’s football psychologists say

the most dangerous form of loneliness is not being alone and

the news says no one came to this blind little girl’s birthday party and

the pope says woe to those who drag that which is sacred into darkness

and filth and we all have a friend of two that’s probably not going to

make it as for me i have ghosts but i do not feel haunted my thoughts

behave like both wave and particle like both rubber and

gum once upon a time i wanted a life that was separate from

that of the people around me but the escape hatch got us all

falling into the same trap door there is a whirlpool in the tomato soup

there is an app for that there is electricity in everything and

there is always more where that came from this actually happened

and it happened to me there is proof in the shape of a picture

i was in the desert in Egypt and i was holding the key to the

temple and i am holding it tight and i went inside the temple too

and it was majestic in an inhuman way but it’s all kind of fading and

i can’t fight it there is a magic in images of the mind i love

orange juice but orange juice is a myth do we have orange juice

at home yeah sure honey we have demons at home mom what does that

mean hey mom i would like to understand how the zero percent interest rate

policy enacted after the crash is responsible for all the shit we’re forced

to experience nowadays look like i said i brought you into this world and i can

take you out of it and yeah i guess i saw the towers on tv and i remember

exactly where the tv was in the living room and the color of the couch it was

blue i was born on that couch and lots of people died every time the weather

gets like this every time it gets a little warm and rainy i get shivers

down my spine and my chest tightens and i think of the way those eyes

stared at me from the void and i guess a part of my soul is there with them

wherever they are i’m trying to remember what i had for breakfast i am

going to send you a pdf i am going to take 60 milligrams of Adderall

i am looking for a good reason i am going to hang out at the wetlands after

work it’s 98 degrees Fahrenheit that’s about 36 Celsius there’s a ton of bugs

and a storm is looming you should come with and after it’s all over i will

realize i’ve missed several social cues but to be honest i think what’s really

wrong is that a sandwich doesn’t really come with fries anymore you have

to order the fries on the side i guess it used to be different but yeah.

what are you gonna do. in this economy. forget about it.

Poem by Gabriel René Franjou





The exhibition also includes a collaborative music selection.

This mix brings together around thirty musicians and DJs, eac invited to share a track:
a personal fragment, a kind of musical madeleine de Proust.
Songs that carry time within them, that resurface unexpectedly, that stay long after they’ve been heard.
Each track holds a story: sometimes clear, sometimes blurred like images we keep, lose, or rediscover.
Together, they form a collective playlist, an atmosphere made of memories, of lives crossing through music.


With a selection of tracks chosen by :

Lutèce Lockness

David Numwami

Soumaya Phéline

Jazz Lambaux

Miss Sheitana

Munix

Antoine Quatre-Vingt

Daisy Ray

Maoupa Mazzocchetti

Naomie Klaus

Tommy Moisi

Renoiterrible

Stella K

Crystal Murray

World Brain

Jean-Baptiste Gibs

Laura Krsmanovic

basile3

Promesses

Devana

Galatée

Yokin

Emma Bergmann

Flo Canté

Satine

Daisy Mortem

Oélia

Human Aventura

Casablanca Drivers

Victoria Palacios

Poorlabour

Zéphyr

Loïse Alline

Jujulove

Oeryo

Victoria Bécane

Jean-Pierre Muller

Armand Droz-Vincent

Hantédemos

Adrien Degioanni

Oriane Bruyat

Lucien Vantey

Gabriel René Franjou

Joséphine Chiarelli

Alexandre García

Nicolas Bouchez

Cyprien Mechanick

Léo Luccioni

Mélia Roger

Antoinette d’Ansembourg

Léo Gillet

Mathias Palazzi

Mathilde Nury

Brieuc Schieb

Timothée Engasser

Léa Barrachicha

Original Caliente

Julien Flameng

Ian Curly

Judy Vendredi

Yoga Teacher