Wschód is pleased to present a group exhibition “Man’s Traces in Nature” opening on May 27, Friday, 5-9 pm.
The show will be accompanied by a podcast in the form of a radio play composed by a curator Daniel Muzyczuk (LINK)
“Watching my own traces”
Beneath the glass of a picture tube lying on the forest litter, the mould has its own silent talk show. There is also the trace of a shoe imprinted on the radioactive ground and a black line drawn with a marker on the wall. So we are talking about remains, leftovers, but also about art. The line drawn with a marker by a vandal or artist seems alive and undulating; in its movement you can read the movement of the body that passed this way, along the wall, with a marker. The conversation between things, their reaching out, is what this is about. What are they, these remains? Waste, rubbish, side effects? Or perhaps what we are dealing with here is the perfect continuity of things, in accordance with which anyone who acts always leaves a fragment of themselves within time?
There can be no doubt that the act of making something always involves an act of separation. It is a perceptible process in which one thing begets from itself something else. One being divides itself into two independent beings. One can observe such a model of the world in any nature film that tries to make our minds better able to picture reality to itself: trembling images of cell division, of atom splitting, of the breaking up of particles with names of scientists into even smaller elements. But different perspectives have to exist, different kinds of seeing, lenses cut in different ways. In order to come to terms with them, the principle of the echo would be helpful here, that system of waves which, having been sent out and then rebounded, return different, although unchanged, the same, though entirely new, causing every mind eventually to lose itself, for in the echo one thing turns into another, which ultimately brings about a situation where we call out ourselves to ourselves. There is no room for „mine” and „not mine” in the echo. The wave flows, and in this flowing it changes form, like Patrick Swayze, who turns into a ghost, and the ghost moves on and then on again, and so on it goes round and round in an endless circle.
But how do we grasp this soft transitioning of one thing into another if our thinking is based on a simple principle of division? For if we wanted to bring to life the concept of change and transition, the whole of Western philosophy would begin to dance, and concepts nurtured for the good of mankind would become as wild as animals in their forest lairs. But sweeping continuity does not arouse interest; we are only interested in whether something is suitable for consumption. This first declaration is followed by others. I civilise and destroy. I subject and surround. I take and throw away. So we have a story about continuity to recover. After all, there is no such thing as human activity and its remnants, but rather a graceful form that extends itself over time. They say that in a million years our civilisation will resemble a thin layer of cigarette paper sandwiched between other geological strata. The space probe Voyager, if it circles round and returns to Earth, will not encounter anyone here. At most, it will join a talk show on some other basis.
Mateusz Marczewski
(translated by Samuel Tchorek-Bentall)
James Lewis
A challenge of exacting (Encyclopaedia), 2019
wood, plaster bandage, concrete, agar, electric cable, light fitting
92 x 90 x 85 cm
Jef Geys
Oldenburg 14/14, 2017
oil, acrylic on canvas, wallpaper, wood-en frame, chair, acrylic on chair
244 x 107 x 164 cm