Tomas Ording-Jespersen
                    My Fair Lady, 2025
                    Felt and MDF, 190 x 100cm

                    Tomas Ording-Jespersen
                    Flat, 2025
                    Felt and MDF, dimensions variable (approximately 180 x 110cm)
                    Tomas Ording-Jespersen
                    Cabane de Zucca, 2025
                    Felt and MDF, dimensions variable (approx 190 x 85cm)

                    Tomas Ording-Jespersen
                    Moonrise Pastoral, 2025
                    Felt and MDF, 110 x 220cm
                    Tomas Ording-Jespersen
                    Unique Forms, 2025
                    Felt and MDF, 130 x 160cm
                    Tomas Ording-Jespersen
                    Enduring Style, 2025
                    Felt and MDF, 110 x 170cm


                    La Grange, 2025
                    Felt and MDF
                    130 x 140cm




La Grange22.11.25 - 6.11.25Tomas Ording-Jespersen
Tell me your inside words in an inside voice. Time pleats and hangs like a curtain between us. You're a teenage boy hunched over in the dark, googling liminal spaces, trying to get close to the feeling- electric and out of control. This big feeling lifts you inches off your bed. This big feeling makes you real. This big feeling follows you when you walk into a room like a bell around a cat's neck. Everyone can tell.
You were once a child who lived a partial life of partial knowledge. You know the distress and injustice of it- of not being in on the secret. You watched the TV from the gap in the door, through the space between your parents' heads. You read the adult world from the outside, like the blackout poem of a redacted CIA document.
This feeling is everywhere if you go looking for it. It is sitting beside you at the ER and the airport. Places for waiting. This is the opera, if you pay attention. Find a seat. The velvet curtain lifts. Watch like a kid watches a worm farm. There are no clocks here, no shadows to tell you what time it is. Just the music box of the intercom and the people sleeping under their coats and the couples fighting in half-whisper. Sample the expensive and tasteless delicacies of the region- dishwater coffee, a sandwich with too-pink ham. All are made equal here, in waiting, the Ugg boot girls and the businessmen.
Take your headphones out and listen.
You know how it feels to wait. To long for the adults' table. To watch from the obstructed view at the concert hall, craning your neck around a pillar to catch a glimpse of your superstar. You know how it feels to reach for the future, to reach so hard you pull a muscle. But soon you will be out of the hole- because there are people who love you and miss you and will tell you so. You will see the miracles: a CD turning on a string and the colours it makes, an acrobat on a street corner, the sun! Your appetite will come back, and music will sound good again. It will happen. Sooner than you think.

Tui Butler