A review of a performance by Linda Boļšakova, Mirimari Väyrynen, Ruth Süpple, Katie Lenanton, Charlotte Qin and Susanna Mildeberg on Saturday 18 Jun afternoon at Narva Art Residency on the border of Estonia and Russia The Reconfiguring Territories clan are buzzing around the building setting up to present their collaborative work from the intensive research week. As everyone heads into the theatre on the upper floor to watch the film reel, one group split off. At the end of the screening, the grey double doors open, and the audiences files out into the grand central atrium, where they are met with silent bodies occupying the staircase at various levels. A trail of bright yellow dust runs down from the top and the bodies themselves are covered in it too –smeared on their cheeks, buried in their hair partings, scuffed into their cottons, bare feet under tiny mounds. The air is sweet and still and heavy with intrigue. There is a small speaker on one of the steps playing a recording of a more-than-human chorus of chitters, breezes and buzzes made by the artists.
The Seeds, Pollen, Future
The Seeds, Pollen, Future
The Seeds, Pollen, Future
A review of a performance by Linda Boļšakova, Mirimari Väyrynen, Ruth Süpple, Katie Lenanton, Charlotte Qin and Susanna Mildeberg on Saturday 18 Jun afternoon at Narva Art Residency on the border of Estonia and Russia The Reconfiguring Territories clan are buzzing around the building setting up to present their collaborative work from the intensive research week. As everyone heads into the theatre on the upper floor to watch the film reel, one group split off. At the end of the screening, the grey double doors open, and the audiences files out into the grand central atrium, where they are met with silent bodies occupying the staircase at various levels. A trail of bright yellow dust runs down from the top and the bodies themselves are covered in it too –smeared on their cheeks, buried in their hair partings, scuffed into their cottons, bare feet under tiny mounds. The air is sweet and still and heavy with intrigue. There is a small speaker on one of the steps playing a recording of a more-than-human chorus of chitters, breezes and buzzes made by the artists.