TURBULENCE
Perhaps only the turbulence we all live
it can be called a stable
Is stability
an illusion,
a fairy tale,
or a dream?
The aim of this project is to encourage the viewer to answer the questions:
Does a stable life exist?
Or is it just an illusion?
Is there any reason not to worry about what is happening in other parts of the world?
How can these events affect your life?
This project explores our present reality.
Each work was created in response to the events of recent years, serving as a visual imprint of an evolving perspective—one that challenges and reshapes previously held views of the world.
A heightened sense of time and urgency stems from the ongoing war in the artists’ homeland—a place where they once built their lives, found happiness, and envisioned the future. But now, everything has changed.
This exhibition captures human emotions in the search for answers—answers that are crucial for making decisions about the future of one’s children, family, and very existence.
What exactly will be happening
At the entrance to the exhibition, the viewer comes across a video that conveys the emotions described in the text accompanying the exhibition. Then, the viewer proceeds to contemplate the paintings. Before leaving, the viewer can stop at the installation "Boulder-grain of sand", installed at the exit with a clear suggestion to choose a way to influence the object, namely to select an instrument of influence (several options: hammer, sandpaper, etc.).
TURBULENCE project (video performance)
Programme
1
Exhibition
The works are arranged in an arbitrary sequence; the meaning is conveyed in fragments, but together, they form a general impression.
2
Discussion
Can stability be seen as a support, or is it an illusion and a dream?
Or is it precisely the turbulence we all live in that we could consider stable?
How do we find stability in the midst of turbulence?
2
Video performance
full-wall projection
A dramatic production by
Christina Vasylchuk on the exhibition's theme, based on
the text by Olena Popovych
Art sweets
During the vernissage and thematic events
Combining drawing with sweets, we get cakes with a pattern in the middle. Feel the painting with a physical taste that you can taste.
by Yevgeniia Kizlenko
2
At last am I like a wacky boulder broken away from the mighty rock of my heights. The flood that shudders the whole world. Rumbles, growls
gurgles like a raging beast finally being broken free. I was assured that disaster was inevitable. But where might the boulder go being firmly seated and wrapped into the a soft turquoise blanket of moss made up of experience predictability and comfort. With the only intention to live out its days like life-long time-lapse.
Just let it, the floodwater only makes it more vigorous and washes out decrepit clay and clear the mullioned vision by it. I thought so. As I hear the hellish groan of my native land, I catch hold of the threads of hardened steel of my rock. I know I will not escape this time.
The underground chimera is here. Ruthlessly destroying the hundred-year-old trees of deeply rooted stories... Having no mercy on a single naïve sprout. Smashing dreams. Greedily devouring everything living and nonliving rushing to fill her bottomless black muddy belly. I only hear the lengthly gnashing of teeth and the stench of its throat. A loud crunch - and I'm carried along with millions of mutilated destinies.
My boulder is now a grain of sand. Where will this bewildered flood of war vomit me? The chunks chip off my boulder along the way. Friends
memories expectations... I stop sensing anything emerging on the top and then scratching the river bottom again. I'm not resisting anymore. It carries me tearing away from the blood system of my homeland. Carries far-far away, tries so-so hard.
A sudden ringing in my ears and then silence. The flow slows down. It seems to have satisfied its lustful intent.
Finally it spits me out...with a fierce grin having broken in the seizure its own jaws as well.
Like a jagged stone, I emerge and get stuck on a strange distant shore. Water gradually licks the wounds, I lie humbly. Sharp angles are gradually smoothing. The beast is still raging, I see sometimes how th mighty boulders just like me are sweeping nearby. I even spot bits of my past passing. And mm... I surrender myself to the passage of time and become submissiv to the roughing...
Where indeed is my rock where is the land of steel and iron? How many more streams are to keep dissolving me? Up until I am unrecognizable or maybe up to the oblivion...?
Writer: Olena Popovych
Meet the Team
Thanks to the support and help of Living Room Bern, it finally became possible, and we are very grateful to them for that!
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The actual topic of the discussion, moderated by Olena Popovych, plunged the audience into reflection and prompted new questions.
A video performance by Christina Vasylchuk put emotional emphasis on the topic.
The desserts by Eugenia Kizlenko were, as always, unusual and delicious.
Well, the photo and video operator Olga Subotinas, who is always behind the scenes, but whose significant contribution is indispensable.
It was very pleasant and valuable to see all the friends who were able to come to the opening of the exhibition, thank you for your interest and openness to the questions raised by our artwork.
Foto Olga Subotinas
