Thank you, Berlin

Thermal Memories · Frida Bobby Galerie, Schillerpromenade 2, Berlin · 2–13 October 2026

The wire wall, Saturday 10 October.

For two weeks the room on Schillerpromenade breathed with faces, printed warm and handed over, pinned to the wire, passed from hand to hand, arranged and rearranged behind each other, through each other, woven into the walls and into the night. The people who walked through the door became part of the work, and the work grew out of the people who came.

Some portraits went home in a pocket. Some went home framed. Some live on as bookmarks now, between the pages of the book, holding a place. Hundreds stayed on the wall until the very last night.

A face behind a face, the night before the finissage.

Thank you Josef Kunz and Frida Bobby Galerie (@frida.bobby.galerie), for creating the space for this to take root, and letting it grow a little more every day.

Thank you Patrick (@turbojambon), for the first piece of performance art in the show: hanging the very first piece on the wall, and opening the way for everyone who followed.

Thank you Claire Eggers, for the inspiring conversations around this work, and for sorting through countless rolls of prints with me. Our conversation became the words on the wall, and then a whole evening around the Kitchen Table.

Thank you Timon R. Böse, for inspiring directions, and Hayley Chappell, for proofreading the book.

Thank you Raul Hennig and Yağmur, for creating so much amazing food while I was working on this series.

Thank you Tahian (@tahianbhering) and Volch (@volchsur), for the hands, eyes and hours that helped put the show together.

Finissage, 13 October. Video still: Tahian Bhering (@tahianbhering)

Thank you Kotone Yoshimatsu (@bow0426), who opened it dancing in the window and closed it wrapped in strips. It opened with her, and it closed with her.

Thank you Mais Berlim (@maisberlim) and Synthpop Troubadour, for two nights when the gallery became a dance floor and the camera kept printing.

Thank you @5.string.theory, for the live score on the last night: the whole room on its feet, strips hanging from the ceiling, exhibition magic to the very end.

Finissage, 13 October. Video stills: Tahian Bhering (@tahianbhering).

And thank you to everyone who came in. The gold sign on the door said that by entering you were consenting to being photographed, and you stepped inside anyway. You searched the wall, found yourselves, found each other, pinned up new faces and danced beneath them.

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One piece now lives in Los Angeles. The strip mountain is on my table now, faces behind faces, an archive of an ever-continuing now.

The morning after, 14 October.

Art finds a way to connect.

Prints, framed portraits and the book are still here. DM me @aaronjackarts.