Friday, June 16, 2006

In the eighties, 1989, there was a project named L’exposition imaginaire. The artists were invited to give form to an idea by visualizing or verbalizing it in an exposition imaginaire that would reflect their views on the presentation of art. Through a postcard invitation with the image of Courbet’s The Artist Studio, (the same one we are using for this project), the curatorial team asked them to respond assuming the painting as a catalyst of ideas, to regard it as a model, a yardstick for opinions about the positions of those who converge on the exhibition. In short, then, to think about how an ‘allegorie réelle’ of our times would look. The project would only exist in a book format.
Ilya Kabakov, one of the artists responded with a series of characters, the work was named "Ten Characters". I found his project quite interesting, here is one of them:

3. The man who flew into space from his apartment

the lonely inhabitant of this room, as becomes clear from the story his neighbor tells, was obsessed by a dream of a lonely flight into space, and in all probability he realized this dream of his, his ‘grand project’.
The entire cosmos, according to the thoughts of the inhabitant of this room, was permeated by streams of energy leading to hook up with somewhere. His project was conceived in an effort to hook up with these streams and to fly away with them. A catapult, hung from the corners of the room, would give this new ‘astronaut’, who was sealed in a plastic sack, his initial velocity and further up, at the eight of forty to fifty meters, he would land in a stream of energy through the Earth was passing at that moment as it moved along it’s orbit. The astronaut had to pass through the ceiling and attic of the house with his vault.
With this goal in mind, he installed powder charges and at the moment of the take-off from the catapult, the ceiling and the roof would be wiped out by an explosion, and he would be carried way into the wide-open space. Everything takes place late at night, when all the other inhabitants of the communal apartment are sound asleep. One can imagine their horror, fright, and bewilderment. The local police are summoned, an investigation begins, and the tenants search everywhere—in the yard, on the street—but he is nowhere to be found. In all probability, the project, the general nature of which was known by the neighbor who told the investigator about this, was successfully realized.

2 Comments:

Blogger David Lowe said...

That's beautiful. Possibly most so because the success or failure of his grand project can be known only by himself. The "lonely inhabitant" succeeded in fully realizing his solitude whether he made it into space or no.
A similarly fantastic hermetic moment is Karel Capek's The Footprint, in which man encounters a single footprint in the snow. A single footprint, with none before, beside, or after.

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Blogger unsineufunivers said...

les petits cours du matin enseigne le cheveux blanc, oh!le cuir chevelu, me démange, a un accentué parler.

1:22 PM  

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