Nothing is closer to us than our skin. Its beautiful and less beautiful parts envelop the self, separate it from all else. A foray along naked parts of the body takes us from a shiny ridge via a rounded protuberance to a shady gorge. A neck. A belly…ear. A fellybear? Photos, videoclips and sounds form an irritating body collage.

A giant ginger mountain landscape that five cooks spent a week to make: Once magnificent culinary works of art were created in Chinese restaurants. Food was associated with a wealth of money and time. The world today is short-lived, customers have become few and far between. Chefs talk about the connection between food culture and socio-economic change in China.

When all pieces of the puzzle – surfaces, lights, shapes – have found the place that is uniquely their own, the magic begins: A multiverse opens up, insights flow and inventions are made. The magic touches inner and outer worlds, planets and creatures of every kind. Réka Bucsi invites us to witness this transformative happiness and its secrets.

A voice from nowhere proclaims life instructions: “Take a deep breath, say YEEES! … and stop being boring!” But rules and authority gradually elude the anonymous instructor. He becomes a chattering, contradictory flâneur through the universe of his problem-fraught private affairs. Those therapy units have a really sneaky design.

An empty zoo, a mattress shop, a gas station – in all these strange non-places, pigeons, snails and moles sing of their own worries, problems and crises, unable to perceive the world collapsing around them … An accident in the labs of CERN, the European Organisation for Nuclear Research, extinguishes the last glimmer of hope, thanks to Niki Lindroth von Bahr.

47 animated sketches of a surreal world: a fur collar made of a living wolf; a sawn-off tree that soars to the sky like a balloon; a cat that grows by purring and finally begins to stroke her owner. Réka Bucsi weaves an unpredictable web of fantasies that question human relationships with nature, animals and the cosmos and reduce them to absurdity.

Waiting people in the noise of the city. They begin to move, passing each other. Their portraits overlap, their bodies briefly collapse and for a fleeting moment form abstract time-space shapes. From the repetition and multiplication of the encounters emerges a daily accidental choreography of lifelines in urban space: delicate, intransparent and widely ramified.