Saturday, July 18, 2009

Audio Room at the Old Police Station, New Cross

There is still a certain need to write about older projects I was silent about for some time. One of the things is the Old Police Station show named Exhibition. There I've managed to accomplish my first larger installation work, that seemed to provoke some interesting viewers' response.
The Audio room was quite intimate and intuitive project. It took off during the visit to the Old Police Station space when a group of young artists including myself were taking a little look-around. The space seemed exiting, but the corner I loved was a little scary lift-like space with a doorplate saying "Audio and Interview room". Rhea, who further was making an installation in the man's cell, said something like "Tatiana, this should be your space, you do such a scary stuff." I believe when someone calls my artwork "scary" - it is a real complement. I felt that that space was mine since then, and I would never pretend to use it if not that comment, I was too shy to claim such a gorgeous thing for myself only.





The product of that love was a relief and panic. I was pleased by the way people reacted to the work on the private view and show. There was and open interaction, and someone even tried to check his emails using protagonist's computer. There was a feeling of success and luck and mystery. But after all, I still haven't had any fruitful feedback, except that tiny little comments that make you fell that the thing works and someone could be understanding. Maybe the difficulty of understanding this piece was led by the complexity of the language I was using, and however dangerous it was - I could not help getting away from some kind of not universal symbolism.
In many ways this installation was an allergic response to the area of science fiction named cyberpunk. I tried to incorporate my personal understanding of the way this sci-fi genre can have an imprint on everyday life. I dyed it with my own obsession with underground resistance themes.
"Audio room" became a shelter of the one who escaped the war, the sound of war in the audio room in the police station. Sound proofed walls even let him sleep sometimes. I do not really know what kind of conspiracy he was involved in, obviously some future Internet things that you can hardly imagine today.

I think that the most problematic - however evident only for myself issue of this work was the relation I tried to establish between cyberpunk in the context of Russia, and myself as a hero running from the war happening everywhere. Interest in sci-fi is Moscow influence for me, and Bruce Sterling also mentions that cyberpunk stories happen that kind of third world countries and former USSR as a places for the dark and chaotic future.