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“It is the paradox of human existence that man must simultaneously seek for closeness and for independence; for oneness with others and at the same time for the preservation of his uniqueness and particularity. …the answer to this paradox – and to the moral problems of man – is productiveness.” – Erich Fromm
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BURNT FRIEDMAN and JAKI LIEBEZEIT
at KONTAKT#1
Glashaus, BERLIN
18.01.2014
Macro MASLO
– the making of –
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and the result in motion
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danube delta – the road of the gipsy flowing to the colors of music
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Soundwalk Collective presents ‘Sons of the Wind’ – recordings of the gypsies from Ukraine, Moldavia, Romania, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Kosovo, Serbia, Hungary, Slovakia, Austria and Germany, 2013.
a film by Stephan Crasneanski.
director of photography : Dasha Redkina
edited by Teresa Pereira
text by Virginie Luc
Music written, composed and produced by Soundwalk Collective
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Soundwalk collective : VIBRATIONS & RESONANCES of Berghain, Berlin.
“Last Beat” is a sound project that resonates the architecture of the legendary Berlin club Berghain, playing the material structure of the building as a musical instrument. Tuning resonant frequencies to excite the architectural surfaces of the club, the Soundwalk Collective arranges and processes a live feedback loop produced by pulses and tones played through the sound system and into the walls of the building. Captured with contact microphones in real-time, the rhythmic and resonant properties of metal and glass create a call-and-response with the building.”
– http://www.soundwalkcollective.com/index.php?/last-beat/
КАК АУКНЕТСЯ , ТАК И ОТКЛИКНЕТСЯ
similarity : polarity
reflection of identity?
repetition
plurality
conceived twinsical as ONE
1.sensual pleasures: the great symbolic happiness of a higher happiness and highest hope, the earth’s garden-joy, an overflowing of thanks to the present from all the future. 2. lust for power: the fearsome teacher of the great contempt, the dark flame of living bonfires, which rides upon every horse and every pride. the flashing question-mark beside premature answers. 3. the selfishness: for such is the nature of cowardly souls!
REZKAЯ NEЖNOST : NEЖNAЯ REZKOST
arms stretched
backs scratched
past midnight
leave with sunrise
locking doors naked
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at least –
you brought some water,
at most –
you left your gum on my bedside table,
as a monument of your sexuality
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but the material is too primitive,
so it will go in the trash immediately
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and after an unknown interval
we resume the pretentious physical
with given terms to be secretive
interaction non obtrusive
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Old Manali village people on a festive full moon ritual. Himachal Pradesh. India.
dying before flying
a performance in 3 acts which tests your mutual understanding of pairing. didn’t we say it takes two to make a thing go right. . ?
this non-defensive message of our distorted sentiment will unfold silently. and in the dark.
with only a mere suggestion of light hanging on a string by my side, which invites you to interact.
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april’s deFence
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gogol’s bedroom
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soft suprematism
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mediums: analog black n white
print size: 60×90 – at fotolab.ru
Exhibited at Plunk, Moscow 21.04.2012
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i’ve found another way to let you go [away]. Hold on – you’ve found another way to bleed my soul_[away].
you keep ur distance. i cant deny you. i got the feeling, cant satisfy you. I got your picture on the wall.
you keep your wishes. i keep my feelings.
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inclined towards solitude i shall point our secrets upwards and make a visionary reminiscence of what better disperse in the lightness of altocumulus clouds
– Andrei Tarkovsky , “Sculpting in Time”
…tribute to THE ZONE _Stalker 1979
l i n e c o l o u r s h a p e t e x t u r e
introduction to our collaboration
– Boris Pokrovsky (1912 – 2009) , the stage director of Bolshoi Theatre (1943-1982) and founder of Moscow Chamber Opera Theatre
Materials: white clay, pine tree parts, knitting yarn.
Studying polarities of texture / character / emotions.
The privilege is on the tip of your wings. You aim higher, beyond where destruction has invaded. Layer by layer you try to go further and overcome the change that’s out of your control. But for you there are no borders, no laws, no politics. Just nature and love for one another, values of staying together, sharing the atmosphere, moving forward. Looking down on the human race , jailed in its ego and prejudice, stuck in its limits and standards of shallowness…
Let them look up to you and wonder…
how must it feel to have wings?
to never look back? to accept the impermanence of things?
…let it become the natural unconscious or the aknowledged fact.
let it be sincere, without any mask
wish them to believe that the soil is still fertile
the clouds still pure and that any transition helps to create something new.
dont let the time just carry you.
welcome to 2012
p a s s i n g b y
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LIEBESWINKEL VON LIBESKIND
at Arma (seventeen) mad moscow halloween 
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s u m m e r ‘ s l e f t o v e r s i s w h a t m a t t e r s w h e n S e p t e m b e r b r i n g s so m a n y C h a n g e s
i win . . . 
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at first it seemed to pollute the view as u glanced above.
dozens of black lines splitting the sky.
after some time i neglected paying attention.. .
but the camera would wonder at all angles anyway, as it does.
and my perception crossed the threshold of ugly –
– to beautiful, and developed an interest.
unique forms stretched above you,
different geometric structures.
inspiring organised chaos
drawing linear shapes that communicate and connect. 
such creation manifested within an organic setting.
see video for more: http://vimeo.com/25306028
This technique has remained equally useful in a more commercial applications. Redesigning McCann Erickson Moscow, i have decided to implement bright linear patterns and wrap colour around structures. Complimentary to photography.
All photography & concept Dasha Redkina.
Materials: Knitting yarn, laminated print [mounted on 5mm bord].
Printed at _ http://fotolab.ru/
Visit : McCann Erickson Moscow, Bolshoi Karetni 11. +7 495 933 05 00
L I N K E D T O Y O U R H E A R T
k i s s i n g y o u r s t i c k y w i n g s o n t h e d a n c e f l o o r
w e s t i l l h a v e o u r f e e t t o m o v e u s t o t h e g r o o v e
Seeding your belief into the soil, obscurely raw and humid. Aware of depths, aspiring beyond the surface and towards the golden dust, in control of its gravity. Without distinctive end or a beginning,in cycles of nocturnal flowing into morning dawn. Transcending shadows through your stillness, illuminating your most precious gift – the one that hides within you and which helps you shift.
BALOONING DOWN
[or how we deceived gravity]
PENCIL, PAPER .. AND INSTANT CORRECTIONS
like dust on vertical surfaces
attached
in control of its lightness,
no gravity.
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tight strings in parallel lines
measured axis of notes
wordless songs,
held amongst us in patterns of gratitude.
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uncontrollable dreams
in perversion with alien flesh,
deep reflections of present and history
in my recycling trash.
i was looking
for my own reflection in your eyes
to see my inner self.
as u held that perfect mirror out in front of me,
i knew it was the right moment
to position mine too.
Magical
as we held our two mirrors in parallel
and sent one another reflections
which seemed to travel for eternity
at this certain perspective.
it opened such vast horizons,
it felt like they would multiply forever.
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But the two mirrors wouldn’t stand still.
they are set in motion. to grow . develop. and evolve.
and even if they evolve in parallel time, they will not necessarily
move with the same speed or the same direction.
then it occurs that you are no longer facing that second mirror.
the reflection has lost its continuum.
You have lost your reflection in the eyes of the other.
You must now reflect inward upon yourself.
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[inspired by Maria Ionova-Gribina]
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between memories and visions
between seasons
by our dear mediterranean waters.
beneath them , underneath them,
we wouldn’t miss a day
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you liked to observe thru ur underwater optics
the way my body formed fluid geometrics
until we both got tired by the tidal motion
and spread our bodies on a rocky surface
beneath the scorching sun
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As part of the exhibition “Botanists of the Asphalt [Part ll].
The appearance of the organic has always fascinated me more than man-made structures. The element of nature is far less obvious in the city among the overpowering domination of the human-built. My attention is drawn to the detail of the organic fighting to survive amongst city’s chaos. My personal lack of contact with nature whilst exposed to the city provokes me to explore the natural world, which does manifest within this overpopulated and polluted urbanism. Therefore I often seek to capture natural elements, which remind me that I am a living being, not a mechanic of the metropolis.
Black and white [and shades of such] emphasize my frequent attitude towards the appearance of the city and harnesses attention to shapes and textures of the botanical. I observed how plants implement themselves between bricks and fences, how the rain deposits on surfaces as puddles, frost or condensation. At times watching foxes which mate restlessly and daily in my back garden and always impressed by the solitude of one lonesome swan I encounter on the canal so often – the urban views featuring hints of nature from part of my daily visual accounts.
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Details from featuring cities: Moscow, London, Bucharest.
Medium: analogue and digital . black and white. Prints size: A3.
Exhibited at CAMP [City Arts and Music Project]. February 2010. London EC1.
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heart’s torment
stuck in the moment.
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impulsive words
that dont make sentences nor sense.
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relentless distances
we wait for future tense.
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hoping to connect both ends,
but struggling to untie the knots.
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First we could blunt our spikes
Reject the self defense
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we nEEd wEEd
yes, indEED
lets FEED this nEEd !
hangs a picture without frame
of the lips you like to kiss.
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you wake up alone in bed,
there’s a lot of space around
for you to lay and toss about,
which you appreciate.
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but those lips are not dimensional.
intangible.
and the eyes aren’t even visible.
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so you can never know the depths
cannot taste the salty tears.
just enjoy the glossy surface.
underexposed emotions at a distance.
early december morning immersed in fog. city of london viewed through the front window of upper deck of bus nr.47 destination: somewhere south of river thames…
vRedkinah da 
