In Sinn I attempt to make sense of my position within a shifting space, digital and physical;
an attempt to comprehend the various modalities vibrating within me,
as a person shaped by the Perestroika generation, formed at the rupture point between the thrill of anticipating the Possible and the slap of reality in the ’90s and 2000s;
a shimmering horizon, I pierce it with a needle,
and now,
gazing inward and outward, finding nothing but the dull swaying of the center (or as W.B. Yeats put it: “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold”),
through this installation, I want to create a space for contemplation,
a meditative space,
calling upon the sense of the possible.
Presented at Fremd-Anamnesis Group show | Stillpoint Spaces Berlin
In Sinn I attempt to make sense of my position within a shifting space, digital and physical;
an attempt to comprehend the various modalities vibrating within me,
as a person shaped by the Perestroika generation, formed at the rupture point between the thrill of anticipating the Possible and the slap of reality in the ’90s and 2000s;
a shimmering horizon, I pierce it with a needle,
and now,
gazing inward and outward, finding nothing but the dull swaying of the center (or as W.B. Yeats put it: “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold”),
through this installation, I want to create a space for contemplation,
a meditative space,
calling upon the sense of the possible.
Presented at Fremd-Anamnesis Group show | Stillpoint Spaces Berlin