Natalia Marynenko

ALLES.AR

“ALLES.AR” «Alles» или «Там что, пустота?» Все эти люди, что идут, уткнувшись в свои айфоны, натыкаясь на тебя, - т.к. тебя для них нету! А есть лишь ИХ реальность, в этих самых теле/и-нет устройствах, словом – виртуальная реальность подменяет им реальную реальность. «Alles» = весь, всякий, каждый, кто бы ни, конец всему. Именно в последнем смысле и употреблено оно в названии, что проговаривается с выдохом: «Alles». Ибо война идёт уже третий год. Война перешла в виртуальное состояния: (почти) все свыклись, «якобы» ничего не происходит, не ощущается, что идёт война, что гибнут люди, разруха, нищета и боль. Физическая. Но название правомерно, зайдя в галерею, зрителю предстоит увидеть пустоту: ТАМ НИЧЕГО НЕТУ! Ничегошеньки! На первый взгляд, НО, вооружившись своим телекоммуникационным устройством либо спец очками, он узрит сразу, при входе голову коровы. Такую, как на Привозе, с содранной кожей, но здесь она ещё и огромная, 2,5 метра. Затем Вам, как зрителю, привидится земля, как Земля, которая первоначально была вылеплена из глины из Славянска. Н-да, это глина из города Славянска, она ценилась и славилась, её специально оттуда транспортировали. Её добывали, перерабатывали, заводы были. А сейчас всё расстреляно, вот и эта виртуальная Земля тоже расстреляна, по-настоящему, вот кровь и сочится из дыр земных. Дырки довольно большие (наверное) от ударов «града» и можно

ЗАГЛЯНУТЬ ВОВНУТРЬ. А там, внутри всё трепещет, словно плоть… Итак, в большом, длинном зале обнаруживаются голова Коровы (что для Натальи Мариненко суть символ и образ Украины); затем УГОЛ, как угол дома, тоже простреленный; затем уж совсем откровенно фрагмент ПЛОТИ. Да, плоти, да фрагмент и от них всех отлетают голуби-голуби-голуби, которых столь много и которые столь назойливы, многочисленны, бесполезны, практически как подвид мусора… Тут усматривается отсыл к фильму 2015-го года «Птичий bizz.AR», который, похоже, не утратил актуальность. Первоначальный образ, воплощённый в керамических фигурках Натальей Мариненко, скажем так: «образцах “ужиткового” искусства», фактически реалистического; Дмитрий Докунов выводит в виртуальность. Сам проход в галерее мимо «коровы», «угла дома», «плоти людской», «Земли» завершается выходом в… свечение, осияние, озарение, если хотите, просветление. Завершение как просветление. И керамический, подчас излишне реалистический голубь обращается в это самое сияние. Хитрые такие авторы не желают завершать всё пессимизмом, они жаждут и стремятся даровать некий оптимизм, что, мол, ежели… Ежели ЧТО? А то мы так живём, в нашей славной Одессе, словно в Космосе, а то, что происходит на Востоке нашей страны, словно и не у нас, как будто того нету, словно там ПУСТОТА. А может, она уже здесь? Всмотритесь, пусть и через свои всяческие Android, iOS, Google Cardboard. «Alles» Контент:

1. 3Д Анимационный фильм “ПТИЧИЙ BIZZARE” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-6Air0alRU 2. Инсталляция керамической скульптуры голова коровы с сидящими на ней голубями(в натуральную величину) 3. Приложение дополненной реальности позволяющее увидеть с помощью планшетов и телефонов виртуальные модели и скульптуры. Керамическая инсталляция дополняется объектами виртуальной реальности и анимации. 

Демо: https://youtu.be/v_wU2SgBhL4 - миниатюры https://youtu.be/EbSfsTEhjz0 - ростовые 

 4. (Доп. Возможность.)Приложение виртуальной реальности, позволяющее сохранить пространство выставки для посещения его в очках Google Cardboard на смартфоне.(Включая полное 3Д сканирование пространства галереи, производство 3д моделей экспозиции, производство приложения для VR шлема Google Cardboard). 

Описание экспозиции: 

 Комната с проектором. Трансляция 3Д анимации на экран.(открытие экспозиции). Световой виртуальный объект в пространстве проекционной комнаты. 

Комната 2. Керамическая инсталляция и несколько виртуальных объектов в дополненной реальности. 

Комната 3. Большой виртуальный объект. (Опционально) Приложение виртуальной реальности, с возможностью посетить выставку через смартфон из любой точки земного шара.     

NATASHA AND HER FAIRY TALES

ONCE UPON A TIME…

 I was born in Odessa. As a child and teen I lived in the very CENTER of the old part of the city, right opposite the famous Opera Theatre. My home was a huge room with extremely high ceilings in a cheerful and at the same time creepy communal flat shared by seven families. My mother, a woman of a fantastic beauty, had a rare in those years profession of a model, and my father was a sailor and a music lover. I studied at one of the best schools in town and spent most of my childhood behind the scenes of Soviet podium (with my mother) and in the casino of the cruise ship (with my dad). I used to roam alone wherever I wanted, exploring the old city with its walk-through yards, pitched roofs and steep stairs. I still have a habit of calling the streets with their soviet period names. I’m very thankful to my mom that she was always encouraging my interest in painting. Actually, I dreamt about becoming a fashion designer, but as long as I was absolutely unable to hold a needle in my hands, I was compelled to enter the Art School’s least desired Department of Arts and Crafts. At first I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it, but certain events and literally giving a sack of potatoes to the right people brought me to work as a trainee at the Slavuta Porcelain Factory of Sanitary Products, which I kept visiting as a freelance artist for 10 more years after graduating from the Arts School. The factory never had artists in their staff before, so I was in the CENTER of attention again. I was free to work as much as I wanted, I could use any materials in any quantities, the factory workers were very helpful in all respects – I lived in clover, so to say. I was using as much porcelain clay as I needed and could bake at any time of day and night! I could take away a toilet pan covered with my own paintings from the factory with no documents because no one could believe that this painted thing could be of any interest to anybody! And in general, people in Slavuta thought of me as a crazy girl who instead of spending the summer at the sunny beaches of Odessa came to their city, where devastation and misery were starting to flourish. Their “strategic” Sanitary Products Factory was the only one in town that kept working. Now, when I recall these years, 1995-2005, it feels like that was my true Heaven on Earth. As I worked there I learned not to worry too much about the materials, not to count every kilo of the clay or save every inch of space in the oven, but to work fast, “a la prima”, without any sketches – in order to save time. That was a pure creative process with no commercial component added. The only thing that was missing was a teacher, a guiding hand - I had to learn everything myself, through my own experience. This is where my own style was born, “narrative and analytical therapy”, as I like to call it. Then, in 2005, this heaven collapsed. The factory was sold, the guards from Kiev arrived, the dormitory fee now had to be paid on a daily basis, like in a hotel, it was forbidden to work at night - I got under a watchful eye and all the creativity was killed, they were trying to turn me into just another small gear of their mechanism. At this point my life was suddenly turned around again – I was offered a position of artistic director for the “Ukrainian Decameron” by Vladislav Troitsky at Odessa Academic Ukrainian Musical and Drama Theatre. I was invited as an artist “who wasn’t yet spoiled by the love for the theatre” (I hadn’t been there since my school years!). A new page in my life started – working for a genius director Vlad Troitsky in a tandem with my “brother in arms” Aleksey Nuzhny. After the successful premiere of “Decameron” Vlad brought us to the Kiev theatre “Dakh” (“The Roof”) and this period can be called the Heaven of Earth No.2. I found myself in the very CENTRE again! We were working on large-scale projects in Arsenal, going on tours, I finally had a teacher (Vlad), a large creative family (the actors of the “Dakh” theatre) and pure creative process again. The “GogolFest” was born before my eyes, we were doing the impossible. I was working with metals, fluoro-materials, artificial hair, papier mache, but I didn’t drop ceramics. Vlad allowed me to arrange a workshop in his garage and I started to practice in RAKU – an ancient Japanese technology: much fire and smoke, heat-resistant gloves, a helmet with a visor… Dressed as an astronaut I was diving into the 1000 C-degree kiln with the forceps and drawing out anything that came to my head. My narrative and analytical therapy went on… But all of a sudden some circumstances brought me back to my home city again. The crisis has forced the once productive tandem “Tam-de- my” to break up. Odessa was calling me to open a children’s ceramics studio at the Jewish Centre. At first I was full of inspiration, but then failed to work under pressure, refusing to become a gear again. Six years ago an incredible workshop was offered to me. I was ready to share my skills and knowledge. So now I do not just create something myself, but also teach the children, give them personal lessons on working with clay, I interact with young and old (I’ve also got a group of adults called “Ukrainian Golden Hands”), I, so to say, started to create “masterpieces” with children’s hands. My studio is called “Детский лепит” in Russian, which is a bit hard to translate, as it is a wordplay between the two notions – children’s clay molding and children’s lisping. I think that it is valuable that my students are not under pressure of any “- isms”, they do not think about any concepts, they create without the strains of contemporary art principles or any other art styles, they are open to the world. Their works are pure art, not dimmed by far-reaching plans for selling or participating in exhibitions and projects. I am building my Heaven on Earth No.3. Nowadays, most of the young artists belong to a certain art style, group. Where do I belong? With all my talents, it’s hard for me to tell, it’s like ”on two fronts” at the same time. I’m generally disturbed with one issue: the arts society, especially here in Ukraine, simply denies ceramics as an art. Despite the fact that I work in a respectful theatre, create modern decorations, huge fluoro-installations, know a lot and invent myself new unique technologies, manage the colour and the form, conjure with fire in the night… still I am considered not quite a real artist, just a ceramist – Arts and Crafts (pejoratively), even by my close friends, actual painters. Yes, this is my language. This is the way I communicate with the world. Like a warrior, all my life I follow the chosen route and try to prove that baked clay is not just a handcraft, but a modern sculpture. And to know technologies, do magic with fire and colour – this is not a drawback, but additional language resources, a bonus I would say. And in general, AN ARTIST MAY DO ANYTHING, EVEN BE AN “ARTS AND CRAFTS”. Anna Volusunova Anti-shit pigeons The community of people prefers to stay indifferent and live aside from the surrounding world, using it only as a resource necessary for a specific life-scheme functioning. The unity between man and nature is rare. Most often, when people turn to the world, it is more like an invasion, irruption, demolition, destruction of the neighbouring forms of life, that are themselves certain communities, which get in the eyesight of a man. The community of people confronts aggressively their supposed opponent – the community of pigeons. People have created all sorts of means to fight with the “parasites” that shit on the monuments erected by the citizens for their heroes. Broken glass is mixed with cement and left to harden on the window ledges to glitter there forever with its sharp rainbow-like edges. Ultrasound, eagle voice recordings serve to protect architectural monuments from the pigeons’ vandalism. Metal thorns on the greenish oxidized busts of poets and leaders frighten not just birds but citizens as well. The artist Natalia Marinenko suggests solving this problem in a more peaceful manner. Her “Anti-shit pigeons” project represents ceramic objects in the form of the birds that look quite realistic, each having its own personality and spirit, as if they are the replicas of real pigeons living in a city park. As an experiment, these ceramic pigeons were placed on the monument of the Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko in the park: live pigeons didn’t want to sit near their copies. Placing Anti-shit pigeon objects in the favorite habitat of real pigeons superseded the latter. The objects created by Natalia involuntary displace the real birds. They seem to be afraid to look into the eyes of their inanimate twins that gleam with nacreous glares on their wings, the play of glazing, as if they are startled of their own reflection in the mirror. This city sculpture is also invoked to immortalize the bygone tradition of dovecots in Odessa. Anti-shit pigeons in the city area have not only functional meaning of protecting the monuments from pollution, moreover, they represent the works of art themselves, which is very important for the evolution of city culture in general. NO MORE FAIRY-TALES Where are they, the fairy tales of our childhood? What happened to them? Their charm disappears right before our eyes and instead we get the irony at best and at worst – the grotesque, which became quite a common thing nowadays. We were trying to turn the fairy tale into reality for so long, that now a bare plot is all that remained. But I will not bother you with long theoretical oratory. Anyone who wants, can turn to substantial fairy-tale investigations written by Claude Levi- Strauss, Erna Pomerantseva, Vladimir Propp and a long list of their disciples and followers. I should better offer your attention my poem which was written under the influence of a fairy series created by Natasha. The story of Ivan and the Gray Wolf Without the Gray Wolf, “Snow White and Seven Dwarfs” Without the seven dwarfs. The Never-laughing Tsarevna Has nothing to laugh at, There’s nobody who’s witty, Everyone is sad. Now of well-known Gulliver - You won’t find anything large or king-size Even if you walk on him With binoculars at your eyes. “Geese and Swans” fairy tale With no wings and no tails. A Little Muck, it should be told, Grew for so long that he got old. And how about this cutie – A sleepless Sleeping Beauty. Red Riding Hood won’t bother To bring the basket to grandmother. A Roly-Poly lost his path in woods, The Puss brought to the cobbler his old Boots. The Princess took her little Pea To plant and see what it would be. Three Little Pigs have sold their houses Got on the run, The Times announces. The poor Baba-Yaga witch - A broom is all she can afford, Vasilisa the All-Wise bitch Outwitted herself and was deplored. Vasilisa the Beautiful Doesn’t care if she’s ugly or beautiful Humpty-Dumpty and Cinderella Get together under umbrella. The Golden Cockerel with chicks from fancy diner Decided he would like to fly to China. At the end they all will get to The cemetery “Heap of Dust” Where Koschey the Immortal statue Can be found all covered with rust. Me and Kali Women left me and stay on their own Now I live with Kali alone If it was before 18.01.2013 that you visited my place You couldn't yet see here her face. Kali and I both get drunk I cover with wine her hanging tongue Blood would fit for that even more Durga is our mother-in- law And Shiva is her man. So we sleep on damp We cover the sheets with sweet red wine To use some blood would also be fine Instead of some silly saline. Though often her face is black with fury I wouldn't say that she's a Fury She crashes the demons like the cockroaches, We watch horror movies as night approaches. When all is swallowed by darkness here I like to take from the rear. When twilight hides the lines in mire We fill each other with desire. Sometimes in the darkness you stumble Upon the severed heads, But that's all right until crumbles Our passion of the lads. Sacrificial knife and her sword Lay unnoticed. When she's here, You at least get one reward - No dumb happy faces near. I take her necklace of sculls And cover with bilberry jam. Smeared all over I am. To live 'one soul' with her supposes You stand and rake The cut off ears and noses. Oh, her temper is something rare - Put all India in despair She won't even turn a hair. You may strangle Bangalor's half "A substantial talk," she would laugh. My friend came and teased Kali: "Haha! Kali - Let's rally!" Well, she'll get enough deadly wheels For 777000 kills! Here she is with empty hands. Just us - no swords, no reapers, no heads. Scent of death is the sweetest of all Flesh-eating flowers we've got at the wall. Blood pours and boils on corpses pile I haven't been with you for quite a while And when she drops her knife and sword My arms are spread with due accord When she unclasps my relaxed body Nobody ever knows anybody. Insensibly the pulse is growing slow As well as brain and my blood flow The deadly poisoning makes body numb ... Now I'll come... And when this endless Kalpa's over We'll roll up into darkest gloom And into the abyss or lower Will fall our cozy sleeping room. The night of time will pass within a single blink And no one will be there to notice we're extinct.

Anti-shit Pigeons

Общество людей живет равнодушно-отдельно от окружающего мира, используя его как ресурс для функционирования определенной схемы жизни. Редки случаи союза человека и природы. Чаще его обращение к миру напоминает вторжение, захват, разорение, уничтожение соседских форм жизни – таких же определенных сообществ, которые находятся в поле зрения человека. Силой противостоит общество людей мнимому оппоненту – обществу голубей. Люди изобрели разные способы войны с “паразитами”, которые гадят на памятники, установленные гражданами во имя своих героев. Замешенное с цементом битое стекло, блестящее острыми радужными углами, навеки застывает на карнизах домов. Ультразвук , трансляция криков коршуна охраняет памятники архитектуры от вандализма голубей. Металлические шипы на позеленевших бюстах поэтов и вождей страшат не только птиц, но и горожан. Художник Наталья Мариненко предлагает решение этого вопроса мирным путем. Ее проект “Anti-shit pigeons” представляет керамические объекты в виде реалистичного изображения птиц, каждый из которых обладает особым характером и настроением, они словно двойники реальных голубей живущих в Городском Саду. Эксперимент помещения объектов в урбанистическую среду, у подножья памятника Тараса Григорьевича Шевченко, показал: живые голуби не хотят садиться рядом со своими изображениями.Нахождение объектов Anti-shit pigeons в излюбленной среде обитания голубей, вытесняет последних. Объекты Натальи невольно занимают места птиц, они боятся взглянуть на своего неживого двойника, поблескивающего перламутровыми бликами на крыльях, переливами глазури, словно пугаются собственного отражения в зеркале. Эта городская скульптура также призвана увековечить минувшую традицию одесских голубятен. Расположение Anti-shit pigeons в городской среде носит не только функциональный характер защиты памятников от загрязнения, но прежде всего является произведением искусства, без участия которого невозможно представить развития городской культуры вообще.