His Sneakers were on, yet the journey started first with his eyes and ears and only then with the rest of his body members. He’s standing in a temple of their ruined lodge, smiling because he learned not to love the ruins and passing clouds, not to long for the ‘good old days’, or the temple to be rebuilt. Yet he desires to reunite with vast emptiness, with an unnamable singularity where all the history and its matter with all dichotomies are melted away. Clouds and pollen float into his eyes, and the ears hear how the wind carries a cloud of entropic debris. A word heard or formulated by the inner ear / eye sinks into an intangible being. How deep is the fry? How long can we keep an idea on the horizon of consciousness before it melts away? Repetition and action inscribe thoughts and embodied experiences into an inner programme. On the outside, we need to create dotted borderlines, mnemonic anchors that would constantly remind us of what we believe in again and again. We externalise our belief systems to stumble upon evidences now and then. But how to raise the anchor when we see a storm approaching, and allow the still favourable wind to blow into the sails, how to make a leap of faith?
A slightly different story begins if we employ an idea after capturing it, giving it direction not only in the perspective of eternity, but also weaving it into the fabric of a hitherto tangible reality. We are carried by waves of progress. But the waves have the property of breaking ashore, over and over. The arrow of progress, time, has the strange property of accelerating, flying with ever-increasing speed, increasing its destructive force. Let us no longer believe in a place that is not poisoned by the arrow of time, where everything would exist at once, where there is no top and bottom, empty and full, where the x and y axes are deleted with a transcendental eraser, where math doesn’t have this particular significant chalk, and chalk doesn’t have such fingers with which to make the search for the Truth public on the board. Everything is language, but languages fade away.
Vytenis Burokas (b. 1990, Vilnius) is an artist and curator who merges interests in different disciplines and genres in search for splintered traces of cultural influences constructing a new whole by straining findings through a filter of personal experiences and observ1tions and presenting it in a form of a perform1nce, public1tion, install1tion, sculpture and drawings. In his practice, he investigates metabolism and the fermentation of knowledge drawing attention to relationships between microorganisms and people. In his recent projects he was creating alter ego characters for his narrative based performances and drawings. He is a graduate in contemporary sculpture from Vilnius Academy of Arts where he is currently teaching and a participant of Rupert Alternative Education Program in 2013 – 2014. After studying fine arts he became curator at the National Gallery of Arts in Vilnius, Lithuania. He has exhibited at Litost, Prague; CAC, Vilnius; Rupert, Vilnius; Autarkia, Vilnius; Bus Projects, Melbourne; 427, Riga; Komplot, Brussels; MOCAK, Krakow, Nida Art Colony, Nida etc.
Opening: 11 June, 7 pm
Exhibition is open 12 June – 11 July, 2020
III-V 3 – 7 pm
VI 12–4 pm
Editorial project space (Latako St. 3, Vilnius)
Special thanks goes to Monika Mačiulytė, Kristijonas Naglis Zakaras, Rokas Valiauga, Aistis Kavaliauskas, Vykintas Šorys, Dominykas Liaudanskas, random heroes.
With support of Lithuanian Culture Council, Vilnius City MunicipalityGo back to the main page