3 April Now every time going “buiten” became a breathtaking adventure. Before you were just going out and it is an ordinary trip with usual sites. And now als je in de straat gaan -there is a real theater going on. Amazingly, how all people in such a short time became disciplined actors. They stop if they see you already from 8 meters, looking down passing by, doing a derive if the road is too narrow by going on the opposite side of the street, gazing suspicious or with the open scariness in the shop if you violate 1,5 m by chance. Are humans becoming enemies! ?? This night I had a dream that I got a hand with a sophisticated prosthesis that can feel the skin of the person you want to touch and at the same time keep a distance. It would be great to find the scientist who is thinking in the same direction and can create this hand together.
I made these during one of those days when you just can not start to do anything, cos of thoughts are jumping one on another and it is hard to focus. Then I decided to find the balance during the portrait of this condition, persuading myself by the proposition that “everybody has these now”. I have added the pattern of the shirt of my mother with blue stripes that she wared last skype. It reminds me of her shirt when she was young and we were together during summer holidays at the Black Sea after I have passed successfully the exam to Muchina Academy.
It is the tree of punished by different ways women, in Europe and Colonized countries, including self-punishment, as the result of the trauma of patriarchal oppression, in many cases going through generations. I am combining on my drawing the image of the Middle Age masks of punishment which was put on women if they allowed to raise their voice or say something critical, with the image of contemporary clothes and some mythological characters, probably appeared to defend the psycho from the horror of reality.
This tree unites all feminisms. The principal problem that feminism is facing now is the abundance of its varieties that have so decisively decomposed into different positions. In this sense, “feminism” begins to lose its integrity and, at the same time, political strength. Today we know about the existence of many forms: anarcho-feminism, ecofeminism, queer feminism, left- and right-wingfeminism, cyberfeminism, xenofeminism, and some new hitherto unknown new feminism which is emerging right now. This work reflects on the topic of multi-layer concepts of feminism and at the same time encourages one to think about the possible unification of different concepts in the face of a global catastrophe. We are already facing this potential catastrophe in the form of revenge on nature – for the way in which people are ignorantly responding to nature today.
This is a tree on which clothes of different genders are hung, but not at all to which we are accustomed. It represents much more: today we can distinguish in addition to cis-men and cis-women, trans men, trans women, an elderly woman living with cats and dogs, and other women, an elderly man living with domestic animals, also people living alone without animals, but speaking with plants, or just alone, but then have a special relationship with things around him/her, also men and women working overtime, burning themselves in labor when the body is forgotten and as if it does not exist, as well as many types of genders that will be best manifested through this work..
It is also a tree of women punished in various ways, including self-punishment, which comes from guilt.Guilt, which at any moment can become aggression and simultaneously turn into retaliation and serious crime. Recall the heroine of the film Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxellesby Chantal Ackerman, a good, virtuous mother and housewife who kills her lover in the end. Let us recall the millions of women who live like mechanical dolls, who have forgotten or do not even know what happiness is.
It is also a tree of Unsubordinated. The one whodoes not give up becomes a feminist. For each individual, feminism is a personal experience of suffering. But it is overcome by the collective effort of unification.
Of course, unification is easy to conceive, but it is not at all easy to realize. Taking into account the concept of dissension so beloved by the left movement: “Let the right hang out and unite — our strength in a polyphonic dispute of different positions.”The time has come tothink about this and convene an international movement: Women of all countries and all genders, faiths and nationalities — unite!
Черное Дерево Дружбы
Это дерево, объединяющее все феминизмы. Главная проблема, с которой сталкивается сейчас феминизм, – это обилие его вариантов, которые настолько не похожи друг на друга, что становится страшно потерять его целостность и вместе с тем его политическую силу. На сегодняшний день мы знаем о существовании анархофеминизма, экофеминизма, квирфеминизма, левого и правого феминизмов, киберфеминизма, ксенофеминизма и, вероятно, прямо сейчас зарождается еще какой-нибудь новый, неведомый нам феминизм.
Эта работа рефлексирует многослойность понятия «феминизм» и одновременно призывает задуматься о возможном объединении разных концепций перед лицом глобальной катастрофы, уже разворачивающейся в виде мести природы людям, невежественно с ней обращающимся.
Это дерево, на котором развешаны одежды, принадлежащие разным гендерам. Не только двум, к которым мы привыкли, – цис-мужчинам и цис-женщинам – но также и транс-мужчинам и транс-женщинам, пожилой женщине, живущей с кошками, собаками и другими женщинами, пожилому мужчине, живущему с домашними животными, одиноким людям, общающимся только с предметами или растениями, людям, работающим сверхурочно и сжигающим себя на работе, когда тело забывается, словно оно и не существует, а также многим другим типам гендеров.
Это также дерево женщин, наказанных разными способами, женщин, страдающих от чувства вины, которoe в любую минуту может обернуться возмездием, подобным героини фильма Шанталь Аккерман “Жанна Дильман, набережная Коммерции 23, Брюссель 1080”, добродетельной домохозяйке-проститутке, убившей своего клиента. Вспомним миллионы женщин, живущих так же механически, как Жанна Дильман, и забывших или даже не знающих ничего о счастье.
Это также дерево Несдавшихся. Те, которые не сдались, становятся феминистками. За каждым отдельным феминизмом стоит индивидуальный опыт страдания, которое преодолевается коллективным усилием объединения.
Конечно, такое объединение легко помыслить, но совсем нелегко осуществить, принимая во внимание диссенсус, столь любимый левым движением:пусть правые тусуются и объединяются – наша сила в полифоническом споре разных позиций.
Настало время думать о возможности объединения и создания международного движения: Женщины всех стран и всех гендеров, конфессий и национальностей – объединяйтесь!
In 2017-18, for the whole year, I was renting the studio in one of the towers of Bijlmer Bajes, a former prison in Amsterdam. The plan was to attempt a collaboration with refugees, who were housed in the towers of the same former prison. A year of workshops, meetings, and conversations with refugees as well as the local artists, activists, and academics resulted in the Carnival of the Oppressed Feelings, a whole-day performance on the streets of Amsterdam.
With this publication, I would like to say thank you to my new friend Murad whom I met during a year-long art experiment in a former prison. Among all of 350 inmates of the AZC – the centre for refugees who were waiting there for their destiny – Murad was the only one who took my suggestion to write a diary seriously and completed that task with full-hearted commitment. I don’t think that without Murad it would be possible at all to complete the whole year-long project that climaxed as a street performance in Amsterdam and united 150 people of different groups previously reluctant to talk to each other. That does not mean that I was struggling with the lack of institutional support from organizations with whom I worked. But the political struggle is possible only when you have a comrade who shares his believes with you, the one that is called the other by Hannah Arendt – the precious other, whose sight and care liberates, makes you free.
This image came after communication with students of ArtEz. I was participating in an experimental programme “learning by doing”, where two students visited my studio and shared a few conversations with me. The topics in question were self-growth, family and relationships from a feminist perspective. During this, the term “patterns” was used quite frequently, specifically “behaviour patterns”, referring to the complex arrangement of responses that occur in a given situation with a prescribed order.
Mira Calix, Andjeas Ejiksson, Olaf Nicolai, Gluklya (Natalia Pershina Yakimanskaya), Asad Raza, Sislej Xhafa
Curated by Dessislava Dimova , Associate curator :Alberta Sessa
Cooprodation :BOZAR, Stand Up for Europe
In January 2018 six international artists were invited to meet in Brussels for the first time and take part in a unique experiment in collaboration – creating a collective work of art.
No one knew whether the endeavor would be a success and what kind of artwork it would produce. The project challenged both notions of individual creativity and existing examples of collectivism.
In a climate of uncertainty about Europe’s future and a demand for art and culture to take an active part in European politics this collaborative experiment could not remain neutral. Questions about art’s historically troubled position between autonomy and propaganda constantly resurfaced in the discussions.
After many meetings and creative exchanges, CIRCUS OF TRUTH is finally the result of this extraordinary experience. A collective artwork and an evening of performances, music, dance and political speeches, it stages the themes that dominate our contemporary ‘post-truth’ society: truth, facts and alternative facts, propaganda, manipulation.
Truth is here a performative notion, it evolves in time and with its public. CIRCUS OF TRUTH unfolds as an evening of performances in ten acts, which will conclude as a sound and spatial installation on view during four days – a separate object to be experienced in itself.
I was very happy to receive an invitation from the recently erected department of Human Plants at the European Parliament. They showed me a photo of a huge banner in the city of Dushanbe with the president of Tajikistan on it. He was standing in a field of poppies. Poppies are a symbol of wartime remembrance. This was no demonstration of solidarity with the fallen soldiers “Flanders Field”. They saw it as a hidden message. The task was to decode it. I was flattered to be one of the experts on it.
After having a short look at the map I understood: His country was the perfect highway for all the drugs to the west.
TAJIKISTAN is the poorest republic of the former Soviet Union, yet its capital, Dushanbe, is awash with cash, construction and flash cars. It is easy to guess where the money comes from. Tajikistan has little industry but, with a porous 1,300-km (800-mile) border with northern Afghanistan, it is at the heart of a multi-billion-dollar network smuggling heroin. Bizarrely though, unlike other transit countries such as Mexico, Tajikistan sees little drug-related violence. The heroine, instead, seems to help stabilise the place.
These particularly case gave me the opportunity to develop my most ambitious project: To cross Poppy Opium with the Tulip Vamp in the context of the nitrates free zone in Central Africa. Interesting that the different soil is giving different results.
In the search of the Truth, I travelled to Africa to get the amazing Welwitschia – the plant of all plants, the sexiest plant, the most unusual plant in the world! This plant, known as Welwitschia Mirabilis is a plant which is endemic to desert region in Namibia and Southern Angola. Welwitschia is a monotypic gymnosperm genus although among people it is commonly known as a dwarf-plant. The two leaves of Welwitschia are leathery, growing with the speed of 8-15 cm per year. They can reach length up to 2-3 m, sometimes 6 m long. In its adult phase, the leaves will break off and gradually die. This amazing plant is known to collect drops of water from the thick fog on its leaves and bring the water down to the roots, metaphorically connecting our ancient roots with modern life. Like that, we have come to the conclusion that it could be a sculpture of a True Democracy.
What I find very sad is the fact that Welwitschia is the last plant that is left from its own plant family. The rest of its relatives died out a long time ago. So in order to save this plant I have crossed it with Reynoutria japonica, an invasive plant.
Reynoutria japonica is a migrant plant, who escaped from his motherland via Europe. This plant has very long roots similar to Welwitschia, and he is growing so fast, that gardeners face the necessity to exterminate him. For this purpose, they invented the method of killing it by placing it in the special box filled with special poison.
Behold the result of the Welwitschia/ Reynoutria Japonica hybrid plant!!
“Kimilsungia” – named after Kim Il Sung – General Secretary of the Workers’ Party of Korea, Supreme Commander of the Korean People’s Army, the Eternal Leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea. This flower is strong, and his foundation is universal! I brought it from North Korea and rooted it in a Brussels famous botanical garden. You can see the flower there, unfolding around 7 am and closing around 6 pm. During this time you can observe the spectacular appearance of the flower’s centre part and an amazing smell which gives it a special aura and look.
The plant grows between 30 and 70 centimeters tall. Each stalk produces between 3 and 15 flowers per growth cycle. The flowers have three petals and three calyxes that measure between 6 and 8 centimeters. Kimilsungia blooms for between 60 and 90 days and is at its most fragrant and beautiful state on the 30th day. Kimilsungia is a flower with AAA-rated socialist credentials! It needs very little water or light or love for this matter- this flower is mankind’s triumph over the tyranny of nature! Gary smells the flower with deep breaths for a long time – he touches the flower and the way of talking turns from strictly rational to sensual and dreamy AROUSED.
The Kimilsungia violet orchid is now seen as a symbol of Kim Il-sung’s “peerless character” and he is “fully reflected in the immortal flower” which is “blooming everywhere on the five continents”.
Right now, we are negotiating with the Association of Sculptors in order to make this flower an eternal monument to Socialism.
Africa is home to a wide variety of flowers. Flowers need water, soil, fertile land and a lot of care. But Water is the main issue when it comes to flowers. Water in Africa is a serious problem, children are dying without access to clean water. Water is a very expensive commodity. But the big companies who cultivate flowers for export allowed using as much water as they want for free. They need the water to raise the flowers for Europe, to bring Beauty.
In dedication to this human hypocrisy, I have created this breathtaking flower. I gave it the name Vampire Tulip.
Let me Introduce you a Hybrid of the Red and White Roses, with a percentage of Wolfsbane seeds. My father was the professor botanist specialized in Roses. The Red/White hybrid of Roses was created by him. As you might imagine I have a contradictory relationship with Roses because of my father- a despotic man and sorry to say. A homophobe. Additionally, let me tell you that my father voted for Brexit with no deal — a so-called hard BREXIT. Probably these personal complexities plus the situation in the United Kingdom gave me the impulse to create the new type of Rose: Brexit Rose.
I met a young man from Congo. His accent was very strong and it was difficult to understand him. BUT: what I understood was this- There a hallucinogenic drug from Congo called IBOGEEN. It comes from a flowering tree called Iboga. Before westerners arrived in Africa it was used for medicinal purposes and as part of witch doctor rituals. When white people came and tried to replace the traditional religions with Catholicism- they discouraged and banned Ibogaine. Apparently- some people use it for toothaches (in small doses) and to get high and for magic (in big doses). Ibogaine is being used to help heroin addicts in detoxification treatment.
This gorgeous flower is the symbol of Brussels. Legend told that it is because the flower where showing the way to crusaders as it was flowering at the ground where they can go. The rest was the dangerous swamp. An activist from Capetown who wants to remain anonymous told me this story: The government there is fighting a relentless battle against an invasion- a flower invasion. The invasion is that of certain non-indigenous plants that begin to spread across South Africa. This is a futile battle but has all the same grown into a collective obsession. In South Africa, non-native plants are called Aliens. There is a blacklist of the invasive plants and the Yellow Iris is on that list. a praised saviour in her home country of Belgium, a blacklisted Alien after her migration to South Africa.
Dandelion, as I told you from the start, the main idea of the European Union is the piece which might embrace all contradictions. Please let s sing together this song! This beautiful hybrid will bring you to the special room where you might relax and sing this song with us! Now Arthur was only a young cub A brave lion and merely fifteen But with the rest of his pack He was sent to attack To a war that was cruel and obscene But those lions fought hard and fought bravely While the donkeys just grazed in a field They had no sense of shame for their barbarous game And the thousands of lions they killed And when he saw them marching up Whitehall I remember what old Arthur said He said the donkeys are all wearing poppies So I shall wear dandelions instead Now every Remembrance Sunday Well I pause at eleven o’clock And I remember those dandy young lions And those donkeys and their poppycock Cos they’ve taken those beautiful poppies And they use them to glorify war Well I remember those dandy young lions And I don’t wear a poppy no more And when he saw them marching up Whitehall I remember what old Arthur said He said the donkeys are all wearing poppies So I shall wear dandelions instead Now if you take an old dandelion And just blow it quite gently he’d say You can see all the dreams of those soldiers In the seeds as they just float away But then the wind takes hold of those seeds And they rise and quickly they soar Like the spirit of all those old soldiers Who believed that their war would end the war And when he saw them marching up Whitehall I remember what old Arthur said He said the donkeys are all wearing poppies So I shall wear dandelions instead Cos those lions were dandy young workers Who those donkeys so cruelly misled And if the Donkeys are gonna wear poppies I shall wear dandelions instead And when he saw them marching up Whitehall I remember what old Arthur said He said the donkeys are all wearing poppies So I shall wear dandelions instead
Info by VFP member Aly Renwick, who served in the British Army from 1960-68.