Entropic Tales of Time
Prague | 11.05 - 16.06 | 2018
This series of photos gives a round-the-room representation of the stand-alone, intermedia installation displayed at the ‘the solution.’ in Prague, created in collaboration with Chavdar Angelov and Isabell Alexandra M. Displayed in a spatially oriented manner, the site-specific installation featured a short story, a collection of poems and b+w images from the ongoing project ‘Времеврат – Vremevrat’. All medial elements were applied in a continuous flow of paper through the room in an interactive atmosphere, in which one can unravel the overarching ideas of the project.
While photography accentuates on the beauty, peculiarity and harshness of the local world, it melts down the linear perception of present, future and past. Stories submerge into the human psyche exploring the diagrammatic nature of evolution, toying with concepts yet unpinned to the wall of absolution.
texts by Chavdar Angelov
photographs by Jack Laing Aiken
exhibition design by Isabell Alexandra M.
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Excerpts from the poetic and imagery content presented in Prague
replenishment of starving souls
how dear have our dreams become
awareness is boisterous and steady
like a mourning wife whose infant twins
dismayed the laws of subatomic parity
while their savage father sits in alien bars
and wearily translates insanity
to disorientated resin-dripping bards
whose eco-shirts were ripped
when their mental cargo ship
was clenched by post-metabolism beasts
oh--great economy of mind
calculate for me this visual complexity
how grand it stands
how treacherous it grows
hot neuron fur which swiftly stirs
above the murmur of mundanity
incongruous is the thought
of being cognitively locked
in a particular reality
seamless children made of light
deranged graffiti in their bedrooms
raisins plunged in cobalt carrot cakes
too much too-muchness--syphons
of grotesque regrettable illusions
nothing sinister awaits outside
but visitors of holographic chastity
burned by the fern in the backyard
I yearned for a sister to spawn
from the depths of my own cemetery
a glaring dawn--cerebral steam
you are glorious when you lean towards me
stomping the earth I sink in your skirts
beware the moons that sprung from my breath
there is never a time to be clinically dead
we arrive at life as claustrophobic klepto-princes
euphoric princesses who--neonate and solemn
bathe in the sacred serum of electric jelly quinces
at the upper edges of their fragile spinal columns
with the plasmic evocation of our senses
we blindly wobble out of ancient aeries
ambience--abiding not to some pretences
traversing through subjective prairies
to be ineffable is merely a prerequisite
to hyperconscious--luminous conditions
you are a child of your anger and the spirits
inhaling art with the tremor of its self-ignition
