5th-8th April

Bâtard 2023: Part 1 – Magic Cells

Two decades ago (in Earth time), a salty bastard emerged in a far, yet close, punky-funky galaxy. This coincidental mixture of cells multiplied and started to dangerously spread, mostly in obscure spaces, replaying attempts, successes, and failures to resist the artistic undaring boredom. 

(In muggle language, Bâtard is a yearly festival based in Brussels that presents local and international emerging artists. It also serves as a platform that supports, bridges, and facilitates the professionalization of emerging artists and cultural workers.)

Bâtard·es planet is about to receive the landing of the cellular spaceship. While the countdown is on, the stars have concocted hypersour potions to perfectly float.

TRIGGER WARNINGS

Before welcoming our guest-creatures,

we received a message from the Queen of Planet Sorbito

(written with invisible ink at the bottom of the different notices)

about when and where to inhale the formulas.

This bitchy witch mentioned that

The Torch, the Key, and the Snake might find their ways. Mh. 

On top of the silver tower,

the new-young-promising-galaxy-manager

will guide you on a group-tour of Silicon Mountain,

because, well, magic sells.

After embarking on a lengthy journey
through intricate scenes, a commission comprising  of
zombie-experts and Artists like me

will reveal, disclose, and betray the current state of the arts.
How honorable.

Last but not least,

the wonder-hypnotizer,

well-known for their chic,

hybrid but brilliant flirtation skills,

will throw her wet cells EVERYWHERE.

Believe us, my hair woke up horny as fuck.

And as each psychomagic cruise traditionally ends,

the Supersour Bubblebrew will be served to all

for a last celebration of sweaty bodies, bouncing fat, and safe honey trances.

> PROGRAM · ARTISTS 

Regarding the spells, we are not in a position to foresee their side-effects yet, but we can assure you that we are doing everything in our power to ensure the most appropriate deliveries.

DURING THE LANDING

As each alien arrives from a different planet, the reception customs differ according to the rites. For that purpose, we are counting on you, dearest bastards, to welcome them with your legendary superpowers (openness and care). Emerging from, to, and through isn’t a piece of magic cake.

Behind the scenes, an alchemic team of vibrant workers covered by their invisibility capes will sweat day and night to allow it all to take off.

Martin,

the pink poet, and sexy researcher,

sweet like a candy-bear

but quicker than your shadow,

produces Bâtard.

Charlotte,

whose winged and knife-sharp pen

makes your social media shake and cry

(seriously, have you read her posts?),

communicates Bâtard.

Andrea,

the multi-talented aerobitch,

can swim in all conceptual dimensions

to translate them into hand-made pixels.

She designs Bâtard.

Françoise,

the newest bastard in town

but ready for her fantastic responsibilities,

holds the finances of Bâtard.

And on the foundations of our former zakelijke queen

Jara,

a ghost that will never stop haunting bastard dreams.

BASTARDLY IMPATIENT <3

Boubou & Sabineski

(we will be back in November to Sell more Magics (1- 4/11), save the date alstublieft.)