Exhibition: „Common grounds”, Macchina Gallery, Santiago, Chile, 2025 / Mandala of the Invader has subtitle: Beyond the Orbit of Change / curator: Monica Bengoa (Directora Galería Macchina y Espacio Vilches, Escuela de Arte UC)
https://galeriamacchina.uc.cl/evento/common-grounds-artistas-polacos-en-chile/
My transmedia project consists of several elements:
– a drawing on the wall depicting the unmanned spacecraft from the PIONEER 10 series, launched from Earth in 1971. Twenty-five years after launch, on 31 March 1997, the mission was officially terminated. The last very weak signals were received on 23 January 2003 (dimension: 300 cm × 300 cm, charcoal).
– a digital drawing on fabric depicting the hierarchical spiral of violence that characterises most human civilisations. Since ancient times, the spiral has been a symbol of life and renewal. My spiral shows our civilisation as a constantly renewing social structure based on domination and hierarchy rather than cooperation and coexistence. It consists of graphic elements showing the most striking examples of life shaped by the communities inhabiting the planet (320 cm × 320 cm).
– an inflated ball covered with fabric, on which I printed a digital image depicting symbolic elements of violence characteristic of most human civilisations. It also features figures from the peoples of Tierra del Fuego (sphere from fabric: 150 cm × 150 cm, weather balloon).
– one of a series of versions of the plaque designed by me, which was attached in 1972 and 1973 to the unmanned spacecraft PIONEER 10 and PIONEER 11. Originally, a plaque with a pictographic illustration depicting the origin of the spacecraft was attached – in case it was intercepted by intelligent life forms in space. After 50 years, I decided to propose a series of plaques. They consist of graphic elements showing the most striking examples of life shaped by the communities inhabiting the planet. Compared to the plaque sent into space, I believe these more accurately describe our species, our direction of development and the conditions on the planet in case any form of intelligent life wants to communicate with us (engraving imitating metal: 13 × 21 cm).
– spoken text consisting of 13 sequences/texts that are randomly selected by an Arduino microcontroller. This is a hypothetical version of the spoken sound signal that would be intercepted by Earth observatories from the PIONEER probe (already outside the galaxy). Humans constantly send radio signals into space, among other things, which most likely get mixed up, resulting in a jumble of different thoughts ‘arranged’ in time. The microcontroller is equipped with a motion sensor that triggers sequences of randomised texts. When no one is in the room, there is silence (Arduino, motion sensor, 13 text sequences, sound). |
/ audio: sequences / sentences:
[01] ”I have a dream”
⤷ packet_lost
[02] war, war, war, war, war now → war_tomorrow
⤷ everything overlaps like a glitch in time.
[03] from beyond the galaxy Earth is merely one of the points
⤷ the points align into a line… it becomes dotted, then fades out. There are no borders.
[04] “Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche…” (Pablo Neruda)
⤷ a speck of starlike noise overwrites the rest.
[05] “today I eat a piece of melted paraffin”
⤷ recorded as a sensory error or the truth.
[06] the temperature of the memory exceeds the allowed transmission parameters.
⤷ The echo keeps drifting…
[07] signals mix, entangle, return…
⤷ the cosmos edits them into a new story, without asking for consent.
[08] I saw an energy packet that looked like a child’s thought
⤷ disappears into noise, reappears again, but this time as an order. Executed. The system does not distinguish emotions.
[09] log:// pioneer?
⤷ response: noise noise noise dream noise atomic_shadow noise
[10] a battle that has not yet
⤷ happened…
[11] art subordinated, managed by the system. Decoration for walls. Illustration for the masses. Frosting for excitement. Excess layered on excess.
[12] sometimes I feel I’m receiving only the act of broadcasting, not the content – as if the cosmos wanted to tell me: all of this is one signal anyway. A stream of our thoughts filtered through the sieve of distance. Every word stretched like a piece of chewing gum.
⤷ Meaning dissolves, only the arrangement of letters remains.
[13] melted dreams, hot paraffin, war – a point on the map, a voice without an owner
⤷ pioneer_offline_since_2003
⤷ the echo keeps drifting.
Dofinansowano ze środków Ministra Kultury i Dziedzictwa Narodowego /
Co-financed by the Minister of Culture and National Heritage
