<div>The Museum of Broken Relationships will be featured in the exhibition "<strong>After Love</strong>", curated by <strong>Benedikt Wyss</strong> at <a href="https://www.galeriethoman.com/"><strong>Galerie Elisabeth &amp; Klaus Thoman</strong></a> during the Vienna festival <a href="https://curatedby.at/"><em>curated by</em></a> from <strong>September 15th to October 17th, 2026.<br><br></strong>~</div><div><br></div><div><strong>About </strong><strong><em>curated by</em></strong></div><div>Each autumn, 24 Vienna-based galleries invite international curators to respond to a yearly changing theme in the form of an exhibition reflecting on the urgent issues of our time. This year’s theme is Love. As urgent as ever, as old as forever.<br><br></div><div><strong>On Love</strong>, an Essay by poet <strong>Ariana Reines</strong>, traces the contours of this elusive yet so familiar theme:<br><br></div><div>"I will simply say that our problem, currently, is one of orientation. It may be that we are living through a period of such spiritual squalor, such moral depravity that people really do need to be reminded that love is, in fact, something good and praiseworthy—a viable subject or focus for art—but the real issue at hand is that love is no longer central, no longer foundational to the structure of our societies. We are rotten at the core and we know it."</div><div><br></div><div>(...)</div><div><br></div><div>"Is that not love?<br>I say throw yourself into it.<br>Don't turn love into 'a practice'.<br>Make a mess of it.<br>Let it take over.</div><div><br></div><div>See what happens when you refuse to go anywhere Love won't go, or create in any mode or medium that fails to make your heart sing..."<br><br>Read the <a href="https://curatedby.at/on_love">full essay</a>.<br><br></div><div>~<br><br></div><div>We’ve launched an <a href="https://brokenships.com/?open=contribute&amp;selectedMuseumId=0acdfde4-66f6-40a6-96fc-59c6216fa918"><strong>open call</strong></a> for local contributions, <strong>based in Vienna</strong>. Please do join in and share your story if your heart desires.<br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>

Museum of Broken Relationships at curated by 2026

We grew so icy with each other those few days; what I thought might allow us to thaw the growing cold between us only solidified both our feelings. As you watched me scrape the ice off the car at the airport while you sat planning your family New Year's Eve, we both knew it was the end. 

Nothing was right for you in Marrakech, nor with the plan I'd painstakingly and lovingly created for us, but perhaps we were both ultimately too inflexible and too selfish. 

I accept my mistakes though the way you cruelly laid out my catalogue of faults still weighs heavy; my self-worth shattered. You never would acknowledge your own flaws though. Months of being fully present for you, limping from one family crisis to the next, trying to accommodate your needs, and taking on board all your interests. None of this - or the strain it placed on 'us' - was ever acknowledged. I thought there would be more grace, understanding and space for me when I needed it, but there was only space for you - I wish you'd been honest about that from the start; with me and with yourself. 

Hardest in all of this is realising that the person I fell in love with - and dreamed of building a future with - didn't exist, leaving me questioning my own judgement. 

But now, finally, I've cracked it and I am letting the illusion of you go. 

Freezing Point