in collaboration with Gilivanka Kedzior
Love is a pattern that has been taught to us through our education. We further tend to stick to and reproduce it in its original form throughout future encounters and relationships. What happens when this pattern originally or at some point gets devious/deviant or even pathological? How to cope with the reproduction of behaviours? How to get rid of the very instinctive, primal, almost animal schemas that ensue from such? Are we then doomed to desperate calls for love? How can we remain intact if love is an arbitrated contract with one’s past?
“I knock at the stone’s front door.
“It’s only me, let me come in.
I hear you have great empty halls inside you,
unseen, their beauty in vain,
soundless, not echoing anyone’s steps.
Admit you don’t know them well yourself.
“Great and empty, true enough,” says the stone,
“but there isn’t any room.
Beautiful, perhaps, but not to the taste
of your poor senses.
You may get to know me but you’ll never know me through.
My whole surface is turned toward you,
all my insides turned away.”
– Wislawa Szymborska, excerpt from the poem “Conversation with a stone”. Translated from the Polish by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh. Poems New and Collected: 1957-1997 Harcourt, Brace and Company Editors, USA (2002)
National Museum of Contemporary Art – KIASMA
curated by Pärttyli Rinne and Pirje Mykkänen
captured by Soko Hwang