Title: The Loos

Category: Video Installation / No Sound

Date: 2020

Length: 00:02:00

Frame width: 1080

Frame height: 720

Frame rate: 2500 Frame/ Secend

Edition: 3 + AP

There is a cryptic aspect to every object that connects its perceptible qualities, and a human being who is open to objects becomes accustomed to them. Objects are embedded in us as signs of life. Facing them, what evokes our senses is the immediate experience of the world and the direct exposure to memory. Although there is a dizzying closeness between man and object, in any sensory contact one can only observe the outline of that object because the object is a transcendent reality and can only be seen from one aspect at a time, so all aspects are not revealed to us at the same time. Like a table in front of us. It can be looked at, turned around, approached or moved away from, but in each experience, our sensory attitudes change, and this difference in perception is sometimes influenced by different time contexts. This table is the fifty-year legacy of my family’s joys. I have witnessed many forms and banquets, before the days of quarantine and before I lost many loved ones due to death or distance. Now, instead of the hustle and bustle of people, it is surrounded by a vague silence – intertwined with all my memories – and the memory of what is no longer expanded into an aura of an object that is part of my world and so am I, the moment ¬ is tied to a vague ambiguity.

I thought it would end quickly. In the first days, when the statistics for the rise and fall of the pandemic were published, I said, “It is OK! It will end in two or three months, Maybe by March ….”. But it did not. While living with my family and during my independence, I was used to the hectic life, gatherings and festivities. Suddenly after the isolation, I began to fall apart and suffered depravation. First of all, deprived of a mother who was no more, consequently an end to family get-togethers, and then no more friendly gatherings. This furniture has for almost half a century witnessed events, birthdays and gatherings. Something that is sorely missed and vacant in this pandemic. It is truly agony and frustrating to be on one’s own. 2020