Urszula Pieregończuk

“The summer of 1945, a sailor is kissing a nurse on Time Square. A photographer presses the shutter button. The woman’s body freezes in a pose of a bent string subjected to the force of a masculine grip. Americans celebrate the end of the war. The ideal moment, an ideal pictureframe. It will take years before this photo reaches the whole world and become a symbol of the new beginning. Meanwhile, for many the year 1945 does not mean the end of the war drama. Resettlement, looting, exhumations, the stench of rotting corpses, children’s playing war. Nothing looks like before it did 1939. […] Playgrounds which define a space for “a man who is playing” do not resemble the fun nor the laughter from years ago. The sand has lost its golden color and the shape of the sandbox is ominously oblonged. In 1916, Hugo Ball wrote: ‘Our heart is made of blood’. Tristan Tzara threw toilet paper with Merde inscribed on it into the audience. Berlin was dancing and wallowing in debauchery, and then, many years later, the ground has again ‘become the grave.’ (Urszula Pieregończuk)

Tkanina opadająca, 2014, instalacja
The Collapsing Tissue, 2014, installation

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Fotografie/Photos: Wojciech Pacewicz
Tkanina opadająca, 2014, instalacja
The Collapsing Tissue, 2014, installation

Dzięki uprzejmości artystki
Courtesy of the artist

Fotografie/Photos: Wojciech Pacewicz

Tkanina opadająca, 2014, instalacja
The Collapsing Tissue, 2014, installation

Dzięki uprzejmości artystki
Courtesy of the artist

Fotografie/Photos: Wojciech Pacewicz