A57 — Not many people know

A57 is an art shop based in Brussels, born out of friendship and a simple desire: to create, display, and share. The shop offers editions of posters, postcards, art books, and music, and features an exhibition space where photography, drawing, performances, and other art forms change every month.
Upcoming events Stanislas Huaux
Manya
Alexis Gicart
Past events Atelier d’hiver
Fumi Ueoka
The Opening

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UPCOMING EVENTS

23.01 > 01.02.26 - Exhibition

Stanislas Huaux
A ROAD TO TRANQUILITY

Opening : 23.01.26 from 17:00 > 21:00
Permanence Stanislas Huaux 27 + 29.01.2026 from 16:00 > 18:00
Closing : 01.02.26 from 14:00 > 16:30

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Stanislas Huaux
A road to tranquility

As a child, I spent every summer vacation by a pond, always the same one. surrounded by a forest. You couldn't see it from the road uphill, so tall and dense were the trees. Hours spent fishing, catching frogs, building huts, ransack the nettles with sticks, catch flies and butterflies, and much more.... On rainy days, near the water, I would seek shelter under the dense foliage of trees. Sitting in a crouched position, with my chin resting on my knees and my bum perched on my heels to avoid getting wet. Arms around my legs, trapping the warmth of my belly, I found myself captivated by the enchanting aroma of silt and the earthy scent of decaying wood. The dull sound of raindrops on the foliage intoxicated me; I truly felt sheltered, far from home. Since then, I have remained in love with these bodies of water; they are always full of life and surprises.
Recently, during a walk with friends, I was surprised by one of these basins in the region of Rotselaar. Not quite like the one I knew, sadder, less wild, ordinary. But I saw in it a kind of tranquility. Surrounding the water was a reconstituted nature.
Fishermen, surfers, a few hidden caravans, a deer farm, and so on...It was not so far from home. So it didn't take me long to find my way there with my old and cumbersome photographic equipment: an 8x10 technical camera. I needed to rediscover some slowness amidst a stressful and completely digitalized professional life. Through my visits and encounters over time, I learned that the pond was the result of building a highway. The need for sand for the construction of Highway A2 connecting Leuven to Lummen had left a scar in this wooded region. A rift that rapidly filled with water. Pleistocene bones began to appear trapped in dredger filters. Some amateur archaeologists were conducting excavations at night; they brought back some beautiful pieces. Ultimately, regardless of its historical aspect, it appeared to me that a highway project—symbolizing modernity, speed, and incessant noise—could generate its complete opposite: antiquity, calmness, and silence.

06.02.2026 - Dance performance and poems

Manya
Corpoèmes + Performance

Date : 06.02.2026
Opening and Corpoèmes : 17:00 > 18:30
Performance : 19:00 ( 20min )

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Manya
Corpoèmes + Performance

Corpoèmes

Imbrication de la danse et du texte poétique, une action artistique brève et intense d’un·e artiste pour un·e spectateur·trice

Dance is not always something we do, but also something that happens to us. A Corpoem is an experience to be lived. Wherever we dare to go, curiosity leads us in the experience of poetry.

Through moments experienced between two persons, the artist leads a person to explore gestural qualities with invitation of movement. It is a matter of forgetting ourselves to become deeply aware of the happening gesture.

Performance
LUNE NOIRE - PREMICES

This is the story of an encounter, deep in doubt and waitings, where unspeakable words align with desires.
No matter what it takes, we must go and meet the giant and the gaping holes, survive the rain, dare to rush in, meet each other.
Manya, back from a volcanic residency for a project in the making-Lune Noire-which will be born on March 19 in Marseille offers us here a first dance experience, accompanied by the poet Sadie Von Paris.
A first return from the field, a first encounter on stage between two artists.

11.02 > 22.02.2026 - Exhibition

Alexis Gicart
SUSPENDED / EN SUSPENS

Opening : 11.02.26 from 17:00 > 21:00
Permanence Alexis Gicart
14.02 from 10:00 > 13:00
15.02 from 16:00 > 18:00
Closing : 22.02.26 from 14:00 > 16:30

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Alexis Gicart
SUSPENDED / EN SUSPENS

I start where nothing seems to hold the gaze: places conceived for passing through, not for staying. Spaces without an apparent story, designed to connect rather than to welcome—places between two gestures, between two rooms, between two moments. I cross these spaces, then I pause. I look for what insists, what resists perception. This resistance is precious: it compels us to look differently, to prolong attention until reality shifts, ever so slightly. Not to create a fiction, but to recalibrate the conditions of appearance. By lingering a little longer, something happens: what seemed neutral becomes sensitive. A discreet presence, a faint tension, then silence. It is within this zone of doubt—where the image does not impose itself, but allows itself to be approached—that my work takes shape.

Suspended marks a stage in my process—a way of seeking a certain rightness: looking without emphasizing, framing without explaining, letting the image hold in an uncertain zone.
Questions emerge when you linger over a place that says almost nothing. That is where I photograph. I return to the everyday—because it is often in these spaces, in what seems unremarkable, that intimacy can be approached.

Only later did I find a word for this: liminal—what lingers on a threshold, neither inside nor outside, neither before nor after. But I did not begin with the concept; I began with the sensation. With that suspended moment when you are unsure whether you are leaving, arriving, or waiting. These images do not offer answers. They propose an experience: to remain for a moment at the edge, where nothing seems to happen—and yet to sense that something is about to begin.

After Hinterland / Inner Exile, which explored margins and transitional zones—between proximity and distance, presence and absence, natural and artificial—this work shifts the focus toward something closer, more grounded.
No longer the hinterland as a place, but the in-between as a condition. As if inner exile now resided within reach, in everyday spaces. These ordinary places become thresholds: subtle tipping points where reality, slightly displaced, reveals something intimate.