Dissonance / travelogues in-between
(Video/Audio installation)
The project was created during Styrian-artist-in-residence in Graz, 2016.
It was presented at the exhibition Arrivals / Departures organized by Cultural City Network Graz
Video/Audio installation
by Maša Drndić
Constant movement has come to be the only certainty about my life in the past few years. It has been a while I have been trying to understand, often together with many others also on the move, why such intense mobility feels so immobilizing and restrictive. The inability to name, explicate, mourn the insecurity embedded in such mobility, has become ever more articulate while facing the largest failure of handling displacement in the recent history. In between Hungary, Croatia, Serbia, Germany and Austria, I move among the places shaken by displacement, fear and courage, social conflicts and new solidarities. This project is exposing introspective reflections on entanglements and disentanglements of different movement trajectories. It is about the difficulties of locating the self or extending the self across the diverse forms of constructed borders of our belonging.
Main storyline embedded in the sound is brought through the readings of 8 poems. The poems are chronologically presented drawing on specific emotional states as well as observations connected to various locations / countries that marked my life in the recent months (Croatia, Hungary, Germany, and Austria).
Texts suggest a feeling of constant turmoil of thoughts, reflections, impressions and fears, inspired by the experiences of living a temporary life, repeatedly building short term connections, homes and beings. The poems are therefore shaded in the contradictory emotions and questions about fragmented identities, belonging as well as one’s responsibility towards the current surrounding.
DISSONANCE
I will sweep the morning off my face
into my lap
it will fall like rain
In a moment or so
This March is ominous
The Mura is swelling
confined
In a lukewarm basin
The Pakistanis are playing cricket
On a muddy path;
I will make a collage
Cutting willows
birches
Zebras
Zig-zag
I am distant
I will erupt
Into deranged
laughter
into a howl
Into a soggy March
capricious and tricky
huddled
Dominantly
Dissonant
I am slicing
My fingers
The rims of my sleeves,
the palms of my hands
heedlessly
I cut and assemble
A home
A little house
a hut
A small box
that tinkles
like a matchbox
For happiness
For us.