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MILLSTONES OF TIME
Victor Sydorenko
It was after the concept occurred and the title of the project[...]
MILLSTONES OF TIME
Victor Sydorenko
It was after the concept occurred and the title of the project was conceived, when I suddenly remembered a story, which is a part of my family's history. My grandfather was a miller. After he came back home from war, an accident happened to him. Grandfather fell into millstones and got literally grinded - in few days he died.
Something similar is happening to all of us. The main idea of the project is everlasting, tediously dragging time, which grids, frays, destroys people, involves them into exhausting movement in circles, goes away and returns… Monotony of this revolving is not senseless - after all it brings something about… In film "The Sacrifice" by Andrey Tarkovsky there is a moment when a boy stubbornly pours the dry tree - and it blossoms. For those, who see us from above, we probably remind for ever fussing ants. Routine, stupid sameness - nevertheless this is life. However, inanity of life becomes obvious only when we seek in it the higher sense. From pragmatic point of view our monotonous work is rewarded with the hillock of grinded flour - some have bigger, some have smaller…
Everyone grinds his/her own, but we all do all the same. We are lonely and indifferent to each other, forced to co-exist together yet separately - friends, enemies, betrayers and the betrayed. This is the point from which originated the idea of quoting "The Last Supper". This plot is among eternal, because it provides an opportunity to express the inanity of our existence.
Once I recognized this plot on the photograph in the old album. I like thumb through the old albums, but not incidental, only those, where I can see familiar faces. On their pages one can perfectly trace the recurrence of being - constant flow of births, weddings, banquets, funerals… Only wars, unnaturally intervening into this causation, are breaking it - unfortunately there were too many of these breakups… In this way I came across hospital pictures - it was either prison hospital, or hospital for rehabilitation of those who came back after serious wounds. I was interested by not people only, but as well by the bizzare selfdone orthopedic constructions, which reminded more of torture instruments - some kind of spheres, crosses, props - in terms of plastics they are extremely interesting...The comprehention of their precise practical use is under the doubt, and in this sence the objects are abstract, - which does not deprive them of beeing completely "realistic" in philosophical, metaphysical sence.
People in white underwear look more stripped of identity. Drawers worn in totalitaristic XXth century by everyone, - soldiers, prisoners and citizens - are the sign of equality, generality of the destiny. As well, I have tryed to express more general situation, where always and every place, while totalitarism or democracy; now, as five thousand years ago, people find themselves - the duel with time. Beeing in presentiment, in waiting and uncertainty each personage of the action is envolved into monotonous, passive race. None of the pictured can not escape the participation in somehow already known, but yet unpercieved by them ritual...
Victor Sydorenko
It was after the concept occurred and the title of the project was conceived, when I suddenly remembered a story, which is a part of my family's history. My grandfather was a miller. After he came back home from war, an accident happened to him. Grandfather fell into millstones and got literally grinded - in few days he died.
Something similar is happening to all of us. The main idea of the project is everlasting, tediously dragging time, which grids, frays, destroys people, involves them into exhausting movement in circles, goes away and returns… Monotony of this revolving is not senseless - after all it brings something about… In film "The Sacrifice" by Andrey Tarkovsky there is a moment when a boy stubbornly pours the dry tree - and it blossoms. For those, who see us from above, we probably remind for ever fussing ants. Routine, stupid sameness - nevertheless this is life. However, inanity of life becomes obvious only when we seek in it the higher sense. From pragmatic point of view our monotonous work is rewarded with the hillock of grinded flour - some have bigger, some have smaller…
Everyone grinds his/her own, but we all do all the same. We are lonely and indifferent to each other, forced to co-exist together yet separately - friends, enemies, betrayers and the betrayed. This is the point from which originated the idea of quoting "The Last Supper". This plot is among eternal, because it provides an opportunity to express the inanity of our existence.
Once I recognized this plot on the photograph in the old album. I like thumb through the old albums, but not incidental, only those, where I can see familiar faces. On their pages one can perfectly trace the recurrence of being - constant flow of births, weddings, banquets, funerals… Only wars, unnaturally intervening into this causation, are breaking it - unfortunately there were too many of these breakups… In this way I came across hospital pictures - it was either prison hospital, or hospital for rehabilitation of those who came back after serious wounds. I was interested by not people only, but as well by the bizzare selfdone orthopedic constructions, which reminded more of torture instruments - some kind of spheres, crosses, props - in terms of plastics they are extremely interesting...The comprehention of their precise practical use is under the doubt, and in this sence the objects are abstract, - which does not deprive them of beeing completely "realistic" in philosophical, metaphysical sence.
People in white underwear look more stripped of identity. Drawers worn in totalitaristic XXth century by everyone, - soldiers, prisoners and citizens - are the sign of equality, generality of the destiny. As well, I have tryed to express more general situation, where always and every place, while totalitarism or democracy; now, as five thousand years ago, people find themselves - the duel with time. Beeing in presentiment, in waiting and uncertainty each personage of the action is envolved into monotonous, passive race. None of the pictured can not escape the participation in somehow already known, but yet unpercieved by them ritual...
"Millstones of Time. Ukrainian project. 50 Venice Biennale"
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"Millstones of Time. Ukrainian project. 50 Venice Biennale"
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"Millstones of Time. Ukrainian project. 50 Venice Biennale"
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"Millstones of Time. Ukrainian project. 50 Venice Biennale"
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"Millstones of Time. Ukrainian project. 50 Venice Biennale"
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"Millstones of Time. Ukrainian project. 50 Venice Biennale"
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