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This was the last of North.
The cycle itself was intended to be about ,,beginnings,,. Be it of life or journey. Relationship or anything else. Having finished -6 kilometers- all the things i felt were done good only pointed to what could have been done better. Failing to grasp the big-picture. Similar to taking a trip and sticking your head out of the speeding car, and when being asked about the sightseeing and everything you were supposed to see, all you remember is the smell of air when your head was out on that speedway and maybe the concrete and color of the gas-station or the way your girl had her hair in that museum but you cant remember anything else there. The paintings i do have a lot of matter relying on similar memories of things in life. It is beautiful taking notions on anything that lasts only for brief moment in time. Shorter it lasts more space it leaves for us to bring our own notions inside.To make the whole thing up. That is how i feel the memory works, making us different all together by different things of the same each will remember. So what i intended was to have all these image-bites or sequences of glorified ordinary memories which are not able to tell one story, rather hundred. These paintings, story wise, all go in different directions. And if you look at it as a journey, i will set the direction North.
More formally, -No.13- was referential to the -No.8-, which is also last painting from the -6 kilometers-. For -6 kilometers- i wanted heavy epic end. Initial idea was to have an -End Painting-. I imagined a theatrical play end, having all the actors holding hands in that moment in between bows. Other than ending metaphor, this was the case when something else happens which you don't quite expect. Painting got a life of its own, and took in charge. It turned out to be the perfect prelude to the -North- with the idea of children as protagonists and distorted memory of childhood as a subject matter. Other than above mentioned idea, as i was doing it, i had in mind 19th ct. children illustrations. What happened was kind of Norman Rockwell-Joseph Bueys-Christian Boltanski-tea time. With -No.13- i wanted the stage situation to be viewed from slightly different angle. As the whole -North- cycle was painterly treated differently than -6 kilometers-, the image needed to be depicted in a different way. The protagonists were replaced with one single kid set out to hold the entire image by himself. This was to enhance the epic or theatricality of the image.
This was the first painting in North cycle. It took around two and a half month to do it. Most adventurous thing was make this -plasma- wall in front of the boys. It was the idea of this line pattern that puzzled me ever since my school days and with this piece i wanted to give it a go. This pattern appears on other paintings of mine as well ( -No.7- from 6 Kilometers was the first where i did it), but what differs this one from the other is the layering process i applied. First, I made a pattern using only white laying lines in entire 360°. The given pattern in that stage was exactly like the one in No.12 behind the forest and the falling kid. And then I was to make a colour pattern on top of the white one, using diluted colours, so that the white pattern applied first could stay seen. This process would result with a visual result of a colored noise. I needed a surface that would be worth of curiosity felt by the kids staring.
The initial idea was to have a painting as the place of refuge. Where no man dwells but them kids. To have the image that breathes yearning desire.
As with many contemporary thinkers, Eisenman rejects the redemptive notion of collective memory and its unexamined links to the sacred, which unite its celebrants in a reassuring cult of remembrance. Memorials, Eisenman has noted, are not about memory but about nostalgia. (Ester da Costa Meyer, -Speak, Memory- on Peter Eisenmans Holocaust Memorial, Artforum, January 2006)
In reading the entire article about a year ago, I first came to notion of Eisenmans work in Berlin. Seeing it at first I felt awed by the visual impact it left, and after giving it more attention, it felt very close to my field of interest. First, the way of representing. I said earlier how I am trying to find new ways to represent. I wouldn't go so far to speak of any new ideas in theory or praksis, nevertheless I do find it puzzling, difficult, joyous and hard to deal with the idea of how to cloak old things with my own cape. To use them in my benefit. To take that serious stuff, anything, take your pick, Beuys, Bonnie Billy, Mike Kelley or Mike Patton, Hemingway or John Currin.How would the things they howled about all sound like if I was the one howling. With my own tools and voice that is of course. I also sense the danger in this and be that as it may that eclecticism is one thing and one's authentic research another. I believe individual need to make something happen is most sublime force and that all the work that stuck, were made out of sheer need to do them.
Second, as Eisenman noted that it is not about memory but about nostalgia. One thing in the North paintings I wanted, and I feel it close with me all the time, could unfairly be called by that word nostalgia . Unfairly because nostalgia has that tacky slightly pathetic sound to it. The better word is Portuguese saudade which translates as the as an inexplicable longing, an unnamed and enigmatic yearning of the soul. Nick Cave in his lecture -The Secret Life of Love Song- tempts to shed some light on this particular feel and speaks of Federigo Garcia Lorca coining the term duende which as he describes it is that certain feel that everybody has, but lacks closer definition or explanation. I have felt it close since I can remember, and it it haunted me as most dominant aim throughout anything I produced.
The last cycle of paintings I made, I titled North. The painting I hold to be most sufficient one is the -No.12- saying ,, I can go down, and Ill go down. At least my truck is with me,,. What I intended was the situation of collapse, confronted with melancholy and joy. What i lack in paintings is the soundtrack to them. I love to listen to the music when seeing images, and one of my greatest motivation is to produce such images that will make you feel like listening your favourite tracks.
As everything starts from Bang, so do I. Here is the timetable of priorities, the list of the most important things in the world. As I will go on, things will get more clear and the fragments will be thoroughly done. This form starts as from today, and its purpose is to record the process of making as it happens. This first thing was an assignment made for Essl Award 2007 catalogue. The winners were asked to make visual statements about themselves. The imagery seen are images that vary from my-own work material for paintings, images of things from which it all begins. Afterwards I was asked to where it all comes from, and this is that version.