Breath /Break is a series of work that carries a destructive element to it or as people have described it: self-destructive. One part of the series is an attempt to deal with set notions of self and the social tendency of singularising, territorialising and separation, such as identity, nationalism, career and ideas. In opposition I seek to highlight images made of diversity, fragility, temporary and unfolding processes. Thus breaking is about destroying fixed notions, which lies within our social tendencies and myself, yet it is also a destruction, which encourages transformation and processes of heterogenesis* as nothing is lost, only because it looses its form.
*Heterogenesity is an expression of desire, of becoming that is always in the process of adapting, transforming and modifying itself, in relation to its environment.’ (Felix Guattari)
‘There are no mother tongues’
I’m breathing, eyes closed. I drink vodka and pass it around. I ask two people to take a long mirror I found in a Nitra street and place it on my back (I am in a stretched push-up position). On the mirror I had written the follow text on it and I demand people to take a pen and write on it: “Tell me what you think. Tell me what you want. Tell me anything, I don’t understand Slovak anyhow”. Some did. Some in Slovak. Some in English. People wrote till I had no strength left. I flip the mirror and start smashing it with a hammer. Leaving the writing broken, like fragmented poetry. I take pieces of the mirror and place it my mouth. Close my eyes and breath in this new broken language.