KINGS Artist-Run


Lvl 1 / 171 King St.
Melbourne, Victoria 3000

Wed–Sat, 12–6pm
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Kings Artist-Run provides a location for contemporary art practice, supporting distinctive experimental projects by artists at all stages of their careers.
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KINGS Artist Run acknowledges the Traditional Custodians of the land on which we operate.

We offer our respect to Elders both past and present of the Kulin Nation and extend this offer to all Australian First Nations people


KINGS Artist-Run Black_Box is a curated monthly video program engaging local and international artists and collectives. Black_Box harnesses the capacity of video works to be disseminated and shared across multiple networks. Established as an accessible exhibiting platform B_B will occupy a screenspace at KINGS and an online interface through the KINGS Artist-Run website. The program supports a range of critical and experimental approaches to video, engaging with the lineage of the medium whilst exploring its relevance within contemporary art.

KINGS Artist-Run Black_Box program is supported by the City of Melbourne through its Triennial Grants Program


And again {I wait for collision}, Maiko Jinushi, Reiji Saito, Sayaka Kuramochi, Shohei Fujimoto, Shota Yamauchi. Curated by Trent Crawford

What is Broken with Your Autonomous Clock? 4649, Fumiaki Nagao, Kazuki Yamanta

MEANWHILE Presents: Nathaniel Gordon-Stables & Aliyah Winter

Razor Sharp and Over Saturated, Jordanna Bragg & Laura Duffy

Terminal Dogma, Rox Lee, Spencer Lai, Andrew Truong. Curated by recess

Family, Keren Cytter, Adelle Mills & Erin Crouch. Curated by recess

Sound of Desires (excerpt), Maiko Jinushi, 2018, 69 min

Reiji Saito, #21.
It is not enough to see or hear something once, there is always the need for repetition. Alongside maintaining a detailed diary, I continually document fragments of everyday life with my camera. The images I record never satisfy lived experience, they are simply marks that are barely able to prevent memory from completely vanishing. I never anticipate what images I’m able to capture. I only save them as a sign that something was there, or that I was there. “Recollection” is a troubling thing. What is filmed fails to supplement memory.
Recorded images are left to haunt the mind, rendering true recollection impossible. In spite of this, I can’t help but rely on these images derived from reality, observing them over and over again. Perhaps, waiting for them to fulfil a potential some 60 years from now. Even if the image is a corpse, the work itself is a living thing. For in the end, there is always the need for repetition.