Patrícia Chamrazová
Aklima Iqbal
Lena Violetta Leitner
Olga Shapovalova
Alexandra Tatar
Hui Ye
Exhibition: 04.12 - 28.12.2020
The exhibition reflects upon the title, the junction of light and darkness, in the context of the contemporary political and social situation, light as artistic medium itself and the different metaphysical meanings of the phrase "light at the end of the tunnel".
"light at the end of the tunnel"
(associative text by georgij melnikov)
A Station, which may be her last, but certainly one of many stations on the way, is the bright spot in the eyes of the subway driver. She, spends most of her job in a dark void, the fast-unstoppable rustling darkness, …
Subway driving is beautiful, it is a continuous progressive movement, in its essence, it brings us further, into the darkness, but also again and again to the repetitive stops in the light.
When the moon breaks through the clouds, it feels like the approaching station, the well-deserved stop after being hunted through the tunnel. In the forest, in the night, the hunters stay undetected until the end, until you see the Muzzle flash, until this very moment their guns are blurred in thicket, dried branches and volatile shadows.
The tunnel a gun barrel, the train a bullet, the station the point of no return. The last jump before the entrance, a leap to behold, light before once final destination. The train, like a pack of dogs, leads the driven hunt; throws its shadows ahead, just to tear them apart with its spotlights in the blink of an eye, like a fox in its burrow.
An English driven hunt, a Syrian shadow boxer, a Hong Kong Sky-Lantern, blood in the air, shadow against the wall, light on the horizon and at the end of it all, the tunnel.
The exhibition reflects upon the title, the junction of light and darkness, in the context of the contemporary political and social situation, light as artistic medium itself and the different metaphysical meanings of the phrase "light at the end of the tunnel".
"light at the end of the tunnel"
(associative text by georgij melnikov)
A Station, which may be her last, but certainly one of many stations on the way, is the bright spot in the eyes of the subway driver. She, spends most of her job in a dark void, the fast-unstoppable rustling darkness, …
Subway driving is beautiful, it is a continuous progressive movement, in its essence, it brings us further, into the darkness, but also again and again to the repetitive stops in the light.
When the moon breaks through the clouds, it feels like the approaching station, the well-deserved stop after being hunted through the tunnel. In the forest, in the night, the hunters stay undetected until the end, until you see the Muzzle flash, until this very moment their guns are blurred in thicket, dried branches and volatile shadows.
The tunnel a gun barrel, the train a bullet, the station the point of no return. The last jump before the entrance, a leap to behold, light before once final destination. The train, like a pack of dogs, leads the driven hunt; throws its shadows ahead, just to tear them apart with its spotlights in the blink of an eye, like a fox in its burrow.
An English driven hunt, a Syrian shadow boxer, a Hong Kong Sky-Lantern, blood in the air, shadow against the wall, light on the horizon and at the end of it all, the tunnel.
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