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Grandpa, 1948, on the back of the photograph we can read: February 1st 1948, 22 years old, first kiss In the impossibility to embrace, 2016, video 3:26 min In watermelon sugar, 2019, flowers, watermelons, blue and memories Tsunami for Richard, 2013-2016, postcards Houses, 2016, google maps prints of all of Richard’s addresses The Mission, 2016, letter, sound and photographs Please feel free to kidnap me, anytime, paper and hopes Dear Vincent, 2018, letter, low stool, rope, tea flower Dear Vincent, it is me again, 2018, paper plane letters In the search of Bas Jan Ader, 2017-until I find him, series of photographs Ocean Wave, 2019, one-woman boat, wood, survival blanket Finifugal - adj., describes someone trying to avoid or prolong the final moment of a story, relationship, or other journey, 2019, video Love is somewhere else. Each time we meet a stranger and end up fantasising what it would be like if they were a part of our life, we experience the mechanism of fiction. As I became aware that this was happening to me on a daily basis, I felt a growing frustration. All those lives happening alongside mine and all the people to whom I will forever remain a stranger, filled me with a certain curiosity. I decided not to let these flash-fictions simply slip away, but instead to let them linger, consciously nourishing them and keeping them alive. It turned out that it wasn’t enough just to think about this. Action was needed. By slightly bending my perception of reality, I created semi-fictional situations. They remain in real life but with a possibility of something else. Our lives are woven with misunderstandings. The feelings that hurt us the most are often the most absurd; a desire for something impossible precisely because it is impossible, a nostalgia for what had never been. Soon enough the flash-fictions turned into obsessions, driving me towards the desire to meet these people; some of which were completely out of my reach, some whose lives were uncertain, blurry or unexplained. When conscious, an obsession doesn’t have to be blinding; it can even lead to a balance. We encounter an obsession out of desire or a need to live more intensely. As for me, first I fell for Richard and then for Bas Jan; one spent his life inventing his past, while the other disappeared, leaving his future suspended. I was never a part of their world until I decided to communicate with them. My romantic quest gave life to all the pieces you can explore in this exhibition. Sometimes people we have never met, or those whose disappearance is still an unsolved mystery, turn out to be more important, influential and present in our lives than those right next to us but distant. Alongside these haunting beings, through our everyday flash-fictions, we get a taste of the world we would like to meet, but don’t dare to.
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Djed, 1948., na poleđini fotografije stoji: 1. veljače, 1948., 22 godine, prvi poljubac U nemogućnosti zagrljaja, 2016., video 3:26 min U šećeru lubenice, 2019., cvijeće, lubenice, modrilo i uspomene Tsunami za Richarda, 2013.-2016., razglednice Kuće, 2016., ispis sa stranice Google Maps adresa svih Richardovih kuća Misija, 2016., pismo, zvuk i fotografije Slobodno me kidnapirajte, bilo kada, papir i nadanja Dragi Vincente, 2018., pismo, niski stolčić, uže, čajni cvijet Dragi Vincente, opet ja, 2018., pisma u obliku aviona od papira U potrazi za Basom Janom Aderom, 2017. – dok ga ne nađem, serija fotografija Ocean Wave, 2019., brod za jednu ženu, drvo, pokrivač za preživljavanje Finifugal - prid., opisuje nekoga tko pokušava izbjeći ili odgoditi završni trenutak priče, veze ili drugog putovanja, 2019., video Ljubav je negdje drugdje. Svaki put kad sretnemo nekog stranca i uhvatimo se u maštanju o tome kako bi bilo da je on ili ona dio našeg života, proživljavamo mehanizam fikcije. Kad sam postala svjesna da mi se to događa svakodnevno, bila sam sve više frustrirana. Svi ti životi koji se odvijaju usporedo s mojim i svi ti ljudi kojima ću ja zauvijek ostati stranac ispunili su me određenom znatiželjom. Odlučila sam ne dozvoliti da ti kratkotrajni bljesci naprosto skliznu u zaborav, već im omogućiti da potraju, svjesno ih njegujući i održavajući na životu. Ispostavilo se da nije dovoljno samo razmišljati o tome. Bilo je potrebno djelovati. Blagim izvijanjem mog doživljaja stvarnosti, stvorila sam polu-fikcionalne situacije. One ostaju usađene u stvarni život, no ostaje i mogućnost nečeg drugog. Nesporazumi su utkani u naše živote. Osjećaji koji nas najviše povrjeđuju često su najapsurdniji; želja za nečim nemogućim upravo zato što je nemoguće, nostalgija za nečime što se nikada nije dogodilo. Te su mikro-fikcije uskoro prerasle u opsesije, tjerajući me da poželim upoznati te ljude od kojih su neki bili potpuno van mog dosega, a životi drugih bili su neizvjesni, magloviti ili neobjašnjeni. Kad je opsesija svjesna, ona ne mora nužno biti zasljepljujuća, već može voditi ka ravnoteži. Opsesiji se prepuštamo iz želje ili potrebe za intenzivnijim životom. U mom slučaju, prvo sam se zaljubila u Richarda, a potom u Basa Jana. Jedan je život proveo izmišljajući prošlost, a drugi je nestao, ostavivši svoju budućnost u zraku. Nisam bila dijelom njihovih svjetova, sve dok nisam odlučila komunicirati s njima. Moja romantična potraga dala je život radovima koje možete istraživati na izložbi. Ponekad ljudi koje nikada nismo upoznali ili oni čiji odlasci ostaju nepoznanica postanu značajniji, utjecajniji i prisutniji u našim životima od onih koji se nalaze tik uz nas, ali na distanci. U društvu bića koja na nas ostavljaju snažan utisak, putem svakodnevnih mikro-fikcija, na trenutak dobivamo uvid u svijet koji bismo željeli iskusiti, ali se ne usuđujemo.