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OLENA ROSSTALNA
SLAVIK FOKIN
KATYA PONOMARENKO
ALYONA MAMAY
LENA OM
JÜRGEN REN
LIDIIA DEMCHENKO
PIOTR ARMIANOVSKY
DAN VORONOV
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//voices nearby; cars humming at a distance// something that i can see here is pretty strange, because this is both the combination of natural life and both um both the building, i can see the parts of the building and that is definitely interesting, because we have different bricks and yellow or green trees around me. quite a lot of pipes in here, pipes of different sizes, of big and small sizes and lot of remnants and odds of that used to be human life or something. pieces of...and booklets or something, leaflets and not complete building um some
//cars humming at a distance// i see green leaves. they’re right in fright on the hole. but i see not only the hole, but the fence that, it’s not in my focus, but i see its aquamarine colour, it’s nice, pleasant. and then there is hole, it’s small. but it’s like a frame of a camera that chose five green leaves to me. there is a column beside it, on the back,
okay, now I can see some metal construction.a: i don’t know what, what’s the purpose of it. and a also some uh: ... wo\ made of wood. erm. and there is an unfinished building? and: brown brick, erm, rather ... light, but it’s darker at the base. white, ooh, white tops of Doric columns, arches, one arch, the other one above it, two rows of ar\, two rows, arches, and i see here: a man who, uh: is wearing a uniform, passes by, with his hands folded, his walkie-talkie in his left pocket, he’s not in a hurry,
i see. i see an arch in front of me. uh:: which: which: through which you can see the trees and: some white white. bags, maybe. i don’t know. to me it\ it reminds me of maidan a lot. the first part. the first part sometimes. everyone::... knocked knocked. on the fence. it reminded me of Maidan events. how we all were at the barricades. and: knocked too. well, not everyone. some knocked. on the barrels. and now we’re knocking on the fence. and:. here. well, what this building reminds me of looks like. this building looks like a greek temple. the same.
i’m looking through a hole in the fence and i see the arch. the arch makes up a fractal. it goes through the construction site, goes into the yard. there’s another arch going through it. and it goes to the yard as well. at the end of this fractal(1). i can see a wooden fence.... i’m standing near(1) the unfinished building.... this is hostynny dvir, a cortyard. i can see construction debris(1). there are packages in front... of me.
//cars passing by at a distance; voices// ... {#####/00:00:10} gostinnyi dvor //chuckles// a memory of times when it was a space of the possible. maybe until 2012 it was like this urban initiative occupying claiming the space for the city, claiming it to be public. and now there is a fence, for many years, it’s closed to the public. a:nd there’s rumours, or maybe not even rumours, maybe it’s known fact, that the son of yanukovych is involved and reestablishing
//cars humming at a distance; voices nearby// i’m i’m looking at the: constructure site, i i can hear //slightly smiling/ my mates speaking/ and it’s kinda awkward because it distracts me. um, i see kind of constructure trash, want to close my ears not to hear all the others. um, I want to hear //laughing/ only my voice/. i see some blue sky, there are no clouds, it’s like clear, rreally clear sky. and that constructure site what ah what draws my attention are some metal sticks, they stick out of the roof and ah it’s kind of looks dangerous
передо мной табличка «охорона зона метрополітену». она висит на колонне, не пошукатуренная колонна двухэтажного здания. это гостинный двор. сейчас он стоит за забором. я смотрю в дырку в заборе и вижу эту надпись. yeah, maybe I should speak English that claudia would be easier to recognize what is this. all the time before I speak English and I consider the thoughts, maybe, not maybe but harder to articulate what I see. I don’t have enough words. so there is a gostinny dvir, a guest yard, a old, it seems to be old building. that were reconstructed few years ago, now it stand
eaves, greenery, green leaves are hanging. a tree. it’s a tree trunk, but something is wrapped around it. wire, wire. wrapped in wire and leaves are partly tied to this tree. below also leaves. a little closer to me there is some kind of steel structure, broken. rods, corrugated rods, rusty. rusty construction, lying on its side. the leaves are yellow. a thing that looks like some kind of a pla\ a pipe. it’s a water pipe, it’s striped, it’s dirty. some kind of a plastic thing lying here as well, it’s closer to me here. looking like a thing from a lamp. even closer there’s brick, broken brick, the rest of the brick - all this lying in the wilted leaves. such wilted leaves. turns out they are already very dry. some more rubbish lying around among these - the remainder of a paper cup, and there’s also
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pieces of, i don’t know what’s that, anyway, pipes or some material made of plastic or something else. um if i changed my focus a bit i also can see the remnants of something that definitely used to be a metal construction or, //chuckles/ to tell the truth/ it looks like a bed, like bed, big bag\ bed with a broken leg. and this building is definitely was meant to be complete, because oh! and i can see the man walking over there, looking at us in a very, i would say, surprised mmm if not shocking way. and inside of the building um there’re also blocks of blocks of bricks, they seem to be prepared for some further building, because they are covered with the plastic, well as if something has been started, but i don’t know if it’s going to be finished really. er if i see it from this very focus it reminds me
it’s looks like an ancient column, because it’s not covered with any paint, there are a lot of bricks in it and they don’t look like new bricks, they’re pretty old, like ancient. i don’t know how they look, whether it’s something that will be built or whether it’s something old that will be gone someday. a man is coming, it’s a security guard. he looks pretty silly.
and: he’s clearly worried about what’s going on. some metal constructions are fastened with ah: tape, i can also see a plastic box, erm: from the food, i guess, a bit of rubbish, empty beer bottles, uh old leaves ... the car is buzzing, the remains of plastic on constructions, erm, stones, papers, uh flyer from: the Lviv Croissants cafe, green package, uh metal structures are wrapped in polyethylene, looks like a plastic wrap, er, it wobbles a little bit in the wind, and slightly reflects what is happening around. erm: still above the sec\, erm, near the second row of arches i see
oh, that was a guard. a guard again. i don’t know. i don’t know how he’ll react to us. i think he sees me. he sees me actually. so. this. it’s very similar to the greek temple. an open one. that is you can go there in the middle and you see every. well, every wall. every column. and half-ruined just like this one. but very beautiful. i would really love it to be reconstructed somehow. so. i also see in the foreground. concrete blocks and shadows behind them. grass. also. the walls of this building are brick ones and you can see literally every brick. how it is. how they are interconnected with cement. very
with wooden boards. i can see the grass growing, it breaks through the asphalt.... everything green always makes its way through the asphalt. i noticed this everywhere in every location. it reminds me of the beating of life. it reminds me that even if all buildings are destroyed, there will still be something alive. i see a yellow square. there’s a guard going in front of me. he is concerned. he sees that we are saying something into the cracks. it’s like part of a performance. he is very worried and passes around the perimeter, watching us, hearing our voices....
it as a place, place for the public. what is public, anyway? so .... //voices nearby// how can it again be part of a wider public? securities amuse us {?}, or maybe not amuse us {?}, or maybe indifferent, indifferent like the people who own it, it’s the city was towards this building for far too long probably {?}, so now it’s in a waiting position, standby mode .... it’s {#####/00:01:53} it abandon, then give it to the people
but the geometry is so correct, so they’re like just stripes on the sky, on the blue sky metal stripes. ah it reminds me of like comic, how comic would would describe how it would portray a sky canvas. um i like the colours ah the light sheds on the building, i can see the gua:rd walking, oh my god, the guard just looked at me, even though i was just peeping through the fence it looked like his gaze just laid upon me //gasps//. um well. and now I notice ah a post, it’s like
divided by the fence from the people. it has no roof, i only could see metal stuff on the top, where there roof should be. activists were there, they tried to protect it, but anyway, the developer company who is sought and journalists researchers belongs to ex president son. oh there is a guy, some guy appears, security guy go there and observing to my direction and also other directions. and he see. I am not sure if he could hear something, but for sure he could see people standing near the fence and speaking something and have person on the left side many person, and on the right side there are
film there, some kind of plastic film. a bit further. and further this garbage ends and there’s the beginning of the asphalt seen already. cracked asphalt. some pipe or a piece of wood lying before the asphalt. and before that small bushes and behind this piece of wood, too, a small bush is swaying in the wind. green color, very pleasant. er a sense of tranquility from what i see there. a crack in the asphalt, black sneakers, camouflage, he left my radar {a guard behind the fence}. again i see a erm post, a tree, green leaves, and to the left there are some concrete pieces. a concrete big thing. a. on this tree there is a large concrete thing, and further, behind the asphalt, there is some other sort of garbage and behind it there’s another green thing. there’s grass, but
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the remnants of some ancient temple or something, because i can see this beautiful, that meant to be beautiful hollows {?}, and some staircase and the elements of arcade, i’m not sure i know how this part of building is named, and some bricks that make a kind of ornament, and it’s pretty nice to observe the light which comes from around, because i can definitely see some pieces of sun and they seem to break the picture, like break it into two or three separate pieces, it’s something like vitrage or something of that kind really, true, because one piece which is covered by sun, it is really bright and is full of life, and the other piece which is more dead than live is really part of something sadder.
i don’t trust him, i mean, if i need a security, i wouldn’t hire him. he doesn’t look like arnold schwarzenegger .... he’s gone now. maybe he heard what i told about him. of course it’s not possible //chuckles//, but maybe he felt it, and he just disappeared. i can’t see him in my hole anymore. and for me, the spot
i see a metal fence, a smaller metal fence, it also looks quite old. poplar fluff passes by me. erm, the wind is stronger. and plants, tiny grass, small bushes at the foot of the building are moving from the wind too. erm, a little dandelion, a fly flew past me. uh, all the metal structures are quite rusty, uh: some metallic cables are hanging here as well. er:m, i see a very interesting vault, i don’t know what it’s called, quite minimalistic, classical. uh, the sky is blue. and there are some metal sticks sticking out of this unfinished construction, they seem quite dangerous. someone passed by me and snorted, grinned, i don’t know who it is. uh, the shadows are playing a little,
nice one, actually. very nice.. what, walls. it’s clear that they can outlive a lot. of decades. also. i:. see. white brick ahead. and decorative one. and it’s. in good condition. very... in the foreground i see. on the other side of the wall. more precisely, a fence. iron partitions, sticks, iron, which. a fence is reinforced with on the inside. a:: on this side on the fence there’s white. white sheet of paper.
but it’s for a good reason written here on a plaque that this is a protected area.... it is written that:. i think, i’m a little defocused. i see the geometry. i observe the geometry again. i see a certain..., certain drawing made out of wire. perhaps this is the future roof.... i can see(1) the arches. looks like i see the second guard. he’s walking. he’s walking. and:.
because activists, once they claim too much, they claim power, they show the insufficiencies of the current administration of the city. so yeah, kind of peaceful mode at the moment. there’s some birds {#####/00:02:26}, weeds growing almost kind of reclaiming it for nature. it’s not true wha\ going on, there’s some new bricks and tiles actually plied on one of the columns. but that’s about it, that’s, as far as progress in this kind of reconstruction goes. i’ve no idea what it’s supposed to become
ah this is a zone under like guard, so security control, it’s like wow. ah it just kind of reminds of childhood when you peep ah on other people, when you can peep on their lives through the window, sometimes i would look at the window trying to guess what other people’s lives were like. so now i’m looking at this site and i’m guessing what life it had before. um. so it kinda reminds me…oh here the=the other guard passing, but now he didn’t look at me. so it’s strange that animated objects can pass through. the same
three other girls, colleagues who participate in this workshop. I am dancing for some reason, it’s hard to stay calmly, I am moving my leg, I standing only on the right leg. I see the bricks, the bricks that constitute this column. How could I define them? Should I see that, should I SAY, I couldn’t really sell this any brick from this column, but I could say that it has different colors. Its not finished, so you could see a brick. Another security guy appears and he also walking and his face what is the hell going on, and the title I remind «a security zone of the subway, of the metro» , so its strange for me, I don’t thought that this has some relation to the metropolitan.
the tree blocks a lot. a tree. again a suspender on a tree. the wind is swaying the leaves, green leaves of different hues of green from the very dark green to the nearest leaves that are very transparent and even yellow at the edges. i can see veins in these leaves. i feel like i’m peeping through the fence, it’s this feeling of ‘peeping’. very mysterious interesting that, not this world and i’m getting into it. another leaf, the leaves form such a structure, going into the depth and there are SO many leaves that i don’t really see where they are lost, the leaves. leaves. these leaves are round, with yellow veins, mm there’s no. memories like ‘that’s a linden tree, not a linden tree’. one leaf is bitten on the side. there’s an impression that it was bitten twice in semicircles, a large and small semicircle. a leaf is yellow
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really it leaves an impression of being left something abandoned, something broken, but this is the very strange that er right now when i’ve been concentrated for a while, i might even see some small flowers, yeah, some definitely small flowers of yellow and white colour and they all around over there, they’re growing through the, through the trees and they seem to be the only live creatures on this left roundings, on this abandoned building, on the remnants of //chuckles/ civilization/ how it looks like. er some wires crossing the picture too, they’ve been moving, constantly moving, oh, two men walking now, yeah, once they’re going to look they’re going to be more people passing by, yeah, quite possibly might be more people passing by. and the rush of wind makes it all blow
i see in this hole is like an entire world, and if i don’t see something there, it means that is doesn’t exist in this world. i didn’t know what this place is about, i don’t know who occupies it, it seems to be there is no one there, only several plants, but no animals, no birds, no insects, i don’t see anything. but at the same time it looks nice. it’s strange, because i think, a place is more pleasant when there are some living beings there. of course, plants are also living beings, but i don’t think they’re enough,
shadows of the trees on the stone. uh, the ground is covered with asphalt. there are nails sticking out of some trees. i see maggots, stubs. and i can see green, uh, looks like lining, green metal lining, some black inscription, looks like graffiti, and something else that looks like an old, huge metal safe, uh, white, looks like wire in a soft, soft wrapper, uh: ... also an old dandelion, white. uh, an old leaf flew by. the wind got stronger. mmm: .... here and there in the wall there are square holes, as if
on which something is written in the file. mmm: ... i also see. i also see. in the foreground. on the building there are iron partitions .... on the other side. on the other side of the building. in the middle of the building where there is, as i understand, the inner courtyard. you can see. that:. ruined. the roof is ruined. and:: you can see. how it was built. how the skeleton was built. the roof. and:: it:: it was built out of. iron partitions. into which. as i understand. cement was po::oured ....
he’s showing interest in what’s happening behind the fence. perhaps they thought? that this is some kind of action. it’s a pretty cozy place here.... but a lot of attention. there’s so much attention in this place. the public pays attention to us, eavesdrops, doing a performance with us.... and::. i see the shadows.... i see the shadows and i feel people passing by me. here again two guards pass in front of me. and:. they observe, they show interest in what’s happening behind the fence. people are constantly passing behind me. these people remind me
actually, it COULD become of course a fence of shopping centre, if you ask me. there’s of course a NEED for another shopping centre, shopping arcades. //sings/ like in any other prime location, not only here, east of where i was born/ .... it could become a nice, you know, passage actually through\ people have to walk around the whole complex now to get to the other side. so why not open it, you know, and enable people to transcend the building, like they did before maybe. okay. ray of sunlight makes it appear more inviting though still no way to get through the fence.
in my childhood i would look at the window for like an hour //laughs// and only once i could glance a person passing, ah but this moment when you see someone is excitement, so actually now i think we…we feel other people, we sympathize with them, maybe the other people are just bastards, i’m sorry to say that, but um, if we are in like artificial more like lonely state of mind and we see a person passing by we get excited. um now these two guards walk together, they walk not alone but together, maybe they see danger coming, the danger that //laughs/ so many people
This is the correct word for English language for subway //caughs// I have lunch soon, and I still feel the taste of the onyx in my tongue and its also disturbing, and also carrot among.. but let me describe the bricks that I could see in front of me. It has a frame of a white column, it looks as if in Rome, in Rome there is an old marmur, I don’t know this word in English, but its a white material, very, very beautiful and there is a bricks. I could calculate how many but it should concentrate and stop
on the bottom, there’s such a combination of yellow happening inside. down there there are, mm small pieces of brick or something more and so they’re ehem lying and then there’s dirt and totally small bushes afterwards. it’s a small bush. they have even more transparent, even more light green leaves. and so fresh, a feeling of freshness. the bricks of these leaves. er bricks are in the soil. something - it’s a plastic paper, looking more like toilet paper though or this is some plastic remnan\ ehem plastic cur\. lots of more intersections of leaves, some trees. it’s either roots, or it’s old leaves. some rusty pipe, a rusty pipe, bent. there are several rusty holes in it. a memory of the bed. legs in sneakers again and a man wearing camouflage clothes
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blow, blow and the picture is moving, it’s really strange that this is a stable picture, but it moves constantly, it’s both stable and moving at the same time. the picture itself is quite stable, but the um leaves are moving, so it gives the impression of vitality, still existing vitality on this piece of abandoned building or something. and i might also observe some lines drawn o:n er the floor, drawn on the ground, there might have been marking lines maybe, intended to be part of the building or part of something that looked really really strange. and pieces of stones, quite a lot of pieces of stones been thrown over there and some small pieces of glass, either from a bottle or something else, also left from there.
there should be some more life, but it looks like it’s absent. oh, the security guard, oh! there are two of them, wow. //chuckles// by the way, i don’t feel like they’re living beings, they’re more like robots, some automation, they have some function, but they don’t have a soul. what is their function? yes, to keep the column i see safe. this is quite ridiculous, cause i don’t think anyone could...could imagine of stealing it or doing something else with it, it’s just a column.
someone pulled out a stone. and there are some small dots. perhaps ... it’s hardly hidden cameras. uh the ceiling in the courtyard itself is also old enough, the plaster has collapsed here and there. uh ... the man in the uniform passes by again. he, uh, holds his hands behind his back, he comes up //boards creaking and clattering// even closer and starts making noise. uh, making noise with the boards. uh ... silence again. the wooden boards ..., the trees rustle, a metal nail sticks out, some plastic lying on the floor, the stones. someone passes by again, without stopping. a gust of wind blew again.
i also see. the building, most likely, of a guard where he lives. next to the concrete blocks. here he comes, walking guard. he noticed me. apparently. but he went by. and he’s no longer visible. also. i. i can hear another guard. he comes up to us. he sees us. //laughing//. he is coming closer. i don’t know {#####04:35} he is not going to kill anyone, shoot or do anything like that. and you can’t see him already. looks like he’s not going to come closer ... ....
of spectators, they are interested in space. and we speak different languages. maybe not everything is clear. i see shadows. they create geometry on the walls. i can see pictures. i see how chestnut trees are blooming through this arch. i see how people are passing by me. they stop, then they go further. and the shadows continue playing in space. i can see the wind swaying the flowers. i can see the stem moving. i can see the last dandelion. and i’m watching the dance of the construction package. I see a dirty package dancing in the wind. it reminds me of... the past experience....
security’s adding up, and this has finally probably confirmed in their important function to protect the building, there’s not even dogs! so, it’s all up to them ... .... //voices nearby; cars humming at a distance; wind blowing; birds chirping// ... i like the detail here of this diy lampshade used like half of a plastic bottle to create a lampshade for the light bulb. could be quite a romantic place, in budapest
peeping on them/, looking through the fence. also: this fence reminds me of restrictions, of laws, of uh of so many things, on discrimination, so this fence is so many things together, altogether, migration, it reminds me of the fence in melilla in spain that doesn’t let uh it doesn’t let people from africa go to europe, and it’s like huge fence with total security. um. so i kind of would like to jump through through the fa\ through the fence, but i feel like when i’m there, when i’m on the other side of the fence, there will be nothing for me.
I could just calculate: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, it’s so easy to miss. eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirty, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twelve. Twelve one, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, nine, thr, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twelve. So forty for now, and I continue to count the bricks in the column
passing by, i can see only feet. i see a crack on the asphalt. there are some white dots in the crack. a memory of fluff, poplar fluff lying on the asphalt. there’s some piece of white on the asphalt and black dots on the asphalt as well. some dirt. closer=i mean=to here there’s a pipe, there’s some white flowing, and all kinds of dirt on it. the pipe is mm corrugated perpendicularly and this pipe is going i don’t know where. what else is happening here? all these constructions remind me of er some ruined abandoned object. and all this is metal, and then wooden and this nature and wood. //coughing twice// a feeling of ‘not actually boring, but a feeling of lost focus of attention’.
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and er i can definitely see some tile, pieces of tile, and these pieces make quite strange ornament, because i can definitely not see the whole piece of tile, but i can see only one fragment, so i think i can build the remnant of this tile ornament um in my mind somehow, yeah, and it’s very nice, because these nnn because these pipes are so different and some of them are broken, some of them are not. close to me, i’ve just noticed that there are some odds and ends of wires also, they’re metal, those are plastic or something and, well then, and also if i look a little bit left that still leave in my focus there’s a kind of staircase or the entrance to that meant-to-be-built building. i just might think that there might have been um a kind of staircase or
well, maybe of course if, if it’s an ancient column, it requires special attention and special kind of safety. but it doesn’t really look like ancient, i don’t think that in ancient greece they used bricks like this. beside, this column it’s square classical column should be round, i believe ... .... //cars passing; voices at a distance// i hear the noise of the cars, they’re on my back, they’re part of my world,
the poplar fluff flows by.... polyethylene moves again .... the plaster fell down a little .... there’s a trace of white paint on the bottom, on the bricks, naked bricks, and a bit of concrete .... some: some green paint, bare metal frame. ... something sticks up. no clouds in the sky. someone approaches, leaves, leaves slightly rising from the wind and:, and a plastic tie, also swaying a little. i hear some noise
on the other side i see another building. this is probably not a building, but something else. some partition. perhaps guards also live there as in that building. although i really doubt they need such a huge building to live. actually, i don’t know how you could live here around the clock. actually work at. work at the abandoned building at all. although in the city center. i don’t know how you can. how you can. ch\ actually. choose. and stay calm. on such a post. of a guard. of an abandoned building. in the city center ... .... i:: see. i seem to start understanding
I’ve already seen something similar. my hand touches the fence tightly. i feel its uneven texture - dyed wood. it seems like a wire is going in front of me right through the slot. it blocks the space for me.... i see another wire hanging in the air as\ as if dancing a dance, cutting the house into two parts.... i can hear the voices around me
maybe it would become ruin pop {?}. here, yeah. why? you know. why open it up for no reason when it does not yet a proper commercial use? try to kind of shift my gaze, get as far as is possible, trying to spot some traces of infiltration, if there’s any. and probably there’s none. ever since it got closed, maybe no one, maybe very=very few people
right now it looks attractive, because it is restricted, but then i feel i feel like it will not be that desirable after=after that. um. i feel… these colours, like it’s light brown, grey, white, blue, green, they remind me of ancient times, like ancient ruins…and it reminds me of sicily… mmm close to siracusa, i went to such place, it was very beautiful.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirty, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. It’s hard to recognize, because some white stuff on the brick, but I would do it on the corners, not just following eyes up and down, but try to recognize the roads of the brick, maybe it was it nineteen, or fifty, sixty, sixteen before, so seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twelve. So sixty. And continuing. One, two, three, four, my eyes is blurring, maybe because of the onyx
i can look at all this once again. there’s bark on the tree and this bark, there are different spots of a lighter color on it. the bark, upward it has different veins and there’s a sensation of the many pieces of this bark and many pieces goin\ looking like water. and there are these gray spots there then. some spots are very white. on the right, there’s some, some piece of plywood or some other piece of wood is attached, it’s dark brown and there is also some kind of white stain on it. and further behind it there lies a tree. it looks like the entire bark was peeled off from it and there’s a knot sticking out of it. a very black one. and next to them there are living leaves growing that are coming out of the asphalt and closer to the end of this soil patch, where the asphalt begins, there are also very small leaves, literally just grown from the
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something, yeah. well then er, oh! just something interesting, i’ve just nn see a warning mark that this is a zone of metro meant to be protected, very strange, that you may not notice the detail, once you don’t look so so close to it. yeah, definitely very bright here, yellow picture with er erm red, bright red letters meant to be a warning mark or something, yeah. well, er, if i look a bit upper, i can definitely not see the roof of the building or something, because um there are many leaves growing on the hm on the tree, i wonder what kind of tree is that, i can see that it’s been in blossom, but i’m not sure i can er, oh that’s the kind of fruit tree maybe, wild apple or something, because the
not the world i see in the hole. in that world, there is no cars. only robots //chuckles// who keep it safe ... .... a plant appears right in front of me, a wind shifts it a little bit, and i see it right in front of my eyes. i feel it it aims to go up and up to reach the sky ....
right behind the fence, boards, i//male voice// see, uh, two, already two men in the uniform, uh, they have walkie-talkies, they’re in black shoes, they’re wondering what’s going on. uh: and they probably don’t know what to do, uh, they are slowly passing by, uh: one of them has a vff patch, in the form of Ukraine’s flag, uh, he is showing something with his right hand. obviously, they realize that we do not constitute any danger. uh: ... there are also some parts of boards or metal, closed by white uh, once, and now gray, gray cl\ uh, gray cloth, on: also on some green metal booth – a sticker, with household module written on it, a white sticker is nailed, and a blue inscription. uh, he seems to be chewing something, they:
what i see, from another perspective. i see, i see a monument. there. there it is. it’s a monument. //car honking// ... ... i:: understand that .... i understand that this. this building. they could possibly have an attempt to reconstruct it. because. the arches are reinforced with decorative elements
they reconstruct the sp\ space again. these people create a single organism with me, i hear how somewhere nearby //a car’s signal// someone is lighting a cigarette. a lighter clicks. gives me a sign. i can feel the fence vibrating. one of the participants clung to it. i can hear the girls laughing to my right. and it looks like: i got a piece of paint into my eye. i can feel him blinking.... i can see the fluff flying in this yard behind the fence. there’s a lot of it. they’re swaying in the wind
few attempts to reenter the building, the area. yeah, actually no traces. no traces. okhoronna zona. mietro abiektu. okay, i can’t decipher this one. this is a protected zone or some //making fun/ metropolitan object/, whatever that means. was wondering now about the EFFORT to listen to all of those recordings we’ve made
i think it was called fanusa. it was amazing. and there was the sea:, and actually looking at this building i want to imagine the sea behind it, but it is a gate to a paradise and like when i walk through the gate i can access the paradise. also now i feel a bit upset, because //laughs/ i’m just standing at the fence/, i feel a bit frustrated, frustrated that i can only see a part of something and that i’m restricted i’m forbidden from entering, I feel //laughs/ frustrated now/.
Three maybe, maybe it was three
and behind this patch of the soil there begins the asphalt. but there is something looking like concrete poured on the asphalt. it is very corrugated, white and sprayed in all directions. then there is a piece in the asphalt carved in the form of the English letter {P} and in it, in this very hole there’s some straw lying or something else lying there. then black spots again and then it turns out there’s some concrete and something else poured onto the asphalt. further behind all this the shadow ends and the !SUN!-lit part of the asphalt begins, it’s also all covered in some pebbles, in some half-destroyed soil, and there’s mm grass again then, but it starts with some mm brown or withered, withered lea\ leaves, then a few plants again, one yellow flower, one flower is yellow. behind it there’s tiling,
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leaves are very very mm small and they’re very flat and well, it looks like an apple tree or something, so these leaves prevent me from seeing the top of the building, i cannot see the roof of the building, but um i can see some metal con\, some pieces of metal construction, meant to become a roof or to turn into roof, so this is not something er which was completed or what. yeah but still it was meant to be quice nite, quite nice building, because if i look up i can see pieces of ornament which meant to be decorations near that roof, near that top, and it’s pretty interesting to observe them now, because i can see the sunlight and it’s moving, and the colour of brick is totally different, it looks that actually, there is mm the same brick all the way around,
... i hear the voice of a trump, it’s also a part of my world. he’s not pleasant, hhis voice seems like he’s not satisfied with his life. well, i don’t know whether trumps should be satisfied with their lives. maybe some of them should be, some of them should be happy, but not this one.
come closer to us again, here’s another little wooden box, erm, there are some cigarette butts and candy wrappers, uh, quite dusty, e:rm ... broken concrete. uh: metal\, uh, concrete blocks, put one under another, one, two, three, four, five, six, uh, the metal loops stick out of them, some small bush grows too. and a pile of stones, rubble, closer to the building. ... it seems that some small tree grows right on the second floor. ... a small hole in the ground floor. ... small
that have been preserved beautifully. there’s a feeling that they have recently been painted (18). it’s strange that: in the middle of the building. there is a metal thing. that. a metal thing that:. is lying there. it’s unclear for what purpose. i don’t know what that is. it looks like a ladder. maybe this is it... ....
and enliven this immovable space.... the brick house is framed with white arches(1) unfinished space. with my lateral vision i:. i see a woman passing by with two large bags. she’s going quickly and very interested in us. i’ve heard many interesting things about this house 4). it seems that this place was kind of an art object.
okay, my compassion to the person listening to them or //laughs/ FORCED/ to listen to them. altogether maybe it’s more of a cacophonic experience, so. it could be more fun maybe .... ... anyway, in nowadays kyiv it seems like there’s exactly this kind of space missing, no? like it would just stimulate ideas about what the city could look like it is from the bottom like inspire people to imagine the city differently. so
(20) just a woman just passed by. she was wearing a red coat. i feel now more interested in what is going on behind my back. i feel like this place is not for me, i mean this kind of construction site. feel it rejects me //ironic/ and i reject it in return/. that’s actually my solution to everything, to reject something first, to leave before someone leaves me. that was happen with my ex, i just left //laughs/ my partner/ //gasps//, before
which is put into the c into the construction, into the construction form as the letter O. yes or like a tower. tower of tiles. a memory of a fortress. tile, or it’s a brick, well, so it’s laid oneon-another to create a strip alternating from above, some kind of pipe as well. the pipe is rusty. er my i’m parched, i’m starting to have an itchy throat. i’m looking through the hole. i’m looking through the hole. mm i also see the fence. a fence turns out is happening in front of me and i still see the blue parts of the fence on the left and on the right. they are painted blue, and the paint it slightly peeling off and creating a feeling of mm a softness of this surface, because the peeled and unpeeled blue part is visible like that and then
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but the brick with spots of light, well, it’s definitely brighter, it’s kind of orange or mixture of orange and terracott, and the one with no light is a kind of grey, greyish brick, yeah, and it definitely makes a big contrast with green green leaves and elements of deco, white deco. and another spot, on the contrast, is blue sky, pieces of blue sky, so if i meant to draw a piece of that, it would be nice in a colour scheme. i’ve just noticed one more detail, this is a chain, a piece of chain which was connected to the upper level, to the floor er or no-no, to the ceiling, to the ceiling, um, and maybe that is a chain for the lamp or maybe that is a chain for some
i think if he looked at the plant i see, his, his attitude might change. maybe he would remember something, something important or notice something beautiful that would change his spirit. ... ... i’m thinking whether it’s some kind of atmosphere inside the hole, i don’t feel like there is air, maybe there is a vacuum, of course, it’s not, but
iron tubes lie on the tree, actually ..., there’s nothing to lay an eye on. someone passes by. ... it’s very uncomfortable to look through a narrow slit, because the view is really very limited. ... and i start to think that I have nothing else to say, i don’t see much, now i don’t see much now. ... actually i don’t hear anything, of what is happening behind the fence. the continuation of the building opens up down there in the perspective, it’ somewhere far away. ... the building in principle, well, it’s kinda, more or less minimalistic. ... probably it would have been
//car honking/// {#####08:00 the voices of the other participants are there all the time, but it’s hard to make out what they’re talking about} (46) strange, what kind of iron things are there on the columns of the building. i can’t understand. such
//car horn// in the sense of location for interesting parties, concerts. i think politics is again involved here. now this place is fenced with a fence.... and:. i recall this. i hear the reaction of the people behind me. they seem perplexed. each of them is guessing, telling their own scenario of what’s happening here. i can see the reflection of my face again. i always see the reflection of my face.
without those spaces you just take what’s offered to you and usually that’s the role of a consumer, people are supposed to take, and then there’s these kind of places you just start to imagine the city in a different way, kind of place where consumers are just put to work to earn and spend their money, their life. so what about this space? IF it was just taken out of this consumption mode,
she could //nervous laughter/ do it to me/ // gasps//. well, yeah. it’s like maybe i got bored with the building, because it’s just there and i can’t explore it anymore, because i can just see like three centimetres of it .... i am wondering if this is my right place to be, this this workshop. i have some doubts and i’m thinking about my inner insecurity, my mate was talking today that while performing she felt some inner insecurity, because so many people crowded around and stuff like this, and i was like ‘oh gosh, she talks about me’.
this opening begins, an opening lit with sunlight from one side and there’s this golden color of the boards then. it is not painted from inside and i can see the borders where the paint ends and plain board begins. a board with the same lines as on the bark, but much smaller, and there are different points, where you can’t see what’s in them. and on the left in the darkness of the boards you can’t see these little points. and i start looking through this hole again and the first thing i see is a plastic bag. thoughts of how you can’t throw away plastic //coughing/ i’m parched / again ehem i’m thirsty. ehem. a feeling of ‘when will it end?’, a feeling that ehem so much time has already passed. i see an old board again. there’s concrete lying on it. ehem. the sun. ehem.
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element of deco, it’s definitely look like. well, another piece of metal construction which was supposed to be the first floor, maybe piece of balcony or something, decorated into grey or decorated into black, looks er something of that kind, that is also remnants, so anyway, this building leaves an impression of being quite abandoned and left here to die a long time ago. i don’t know how long it used to be stand here, but really, well, the feeling is that it’s a feeling of abanding building. er if i try to look closer to my focus, i might see quite a lot of different leaves, these are both leaves of small trees, they’re supposed to be maple trees or something, and some: some kind of flowers or something which is meant to be in blossom and it’s quite interesting that er
sometimes the air can be seen, but not in this case ... .... on the other hand, if the wind shakes it, it means there is air, because there is no wind in the vacuum. i’m trying to smell it, but i can’t, i don’t hear any smell. even the smell of the paint the fence is painted with, aquamarine paint, the smell of paint (...)
very beautiful had it been repaired. uh, here i see are some more yellow flowers, i: i don’t understand, whether it is a dandelion, or maybe some other flower, maybe a buttercup, maybe something else, but most likely it’s a dandelion, because the size is just right. ... it was a little scary when these two men approached because i did not know what were they going to do. what if they’d put something here in the slit and p: pierced my eye. ... i felt the fear as if i were breaking into something that did not belong to me, into someone else’s space, although ... although whose this space is ... is a big question. uh:
horizontal. attached to the columns. attached to the columns. they are on the first floor. and on each column they’re interconnected. with iron. wire\ iron rods. it’s the same on the second. floor. the same. these iron. things. on the columns. which. are interconnected. with iron sticks. there’s also. i don’t know, maybe it’s a ladder. for reinforcement. but i feel like it wasn’t a part. well, clearly, this was not part of the fixing of the building .... by the way, the roof is very cool. the roof. projects beyond
//laughing/in the device screen/. and a wave that’s a sound wave. it looks like electricity. blue space-like. as if entering my mouth with every sound. i close my eyes, i hear the sounds coming from the city. I hear a bus ride, lots of birds. i feel the coolness of the wind. i hear the movement behind my back, i hear the space vibrating when the metro is going down under. this fence seems to become a part of me. i’m standing for a long time, touching it. as if
is there any chance that it will be, is there anybody who would again try to claim it? not even dogs //chuckles// at the moment. but of course they’re not let in ... .... //voices// yeah. i still try to raise my head towards the sky // chuckles// perceive if there’s a limit, so... hope is an abstract thing, hope is something that doesn’t get you anywhere, so… in terms of determ {?}. I’m pretty unsure, so. I just
like um, this is like step out of my comfort zone and I feel like maybe there are some limits, it’s really hard for me to to step on, so i feel like today i approached my limit of er flexible comf\ like er discomfort zone, so there is like after there is a comfort zone, then there is like stretching comfort zone, and then there is total insecurity and panic. so i felt like that s\ i was in that stretching zone, //sigh// but i approach like the the limit of the: of the panic zone. i couldn’t concentrate on relating to the architecture,
somewhere far away. just sun. spots. the tree is blocking. a memory of the Courtyard, as if from afar, like i saw the structure. mm some incomprehensible thoughts that you can’t go in there and that it’s a closed territory now, than once were a public a territory and that this is peeping into the bright future from from from the present. but the past was bright, and there’s no future just yet. the leaves swaying in the wind, the wind pulls them so to the left and to the right, it’s as if they tremble. and another one. some leaves appear. they rise slightly higher and slightly lower in the\ in the wind. the tree is really big and blocks my whole view. i can see a tree, leaves. leaves.
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they are also, they=they have leaves of these different colours and here i also can see two big pipes which erm seem to be pipes from some:, i don’t know, for water supply or something, and they are very close to the fence, and they are very very dark and they are erm pretty dirty, actually, yeah. and there is one more pipe, a
there are nails sticking out of the boards, they are rusty, the boards are all of different sizes, different thickness, different length, some are white, some are green, some are brown, some are grey. ... the rust, something that looks like a stepladder ..., someone passes by, i can’t see who, i guess, a woman, she is carrying two bags //whistle// ...
quite. well maybe. about. 70 centimeters maybe even more. beyond the level of the wall. and this roof. is decorated. with square elements. white .... and at an equal interval it’ll create a special rhythm.
i’m growing into this place. and::. i can feel this rough surface as if merging with it. i seem to be the continuation of this fence, this space. i feel like I’m connecting with this place. and it ceases //whistle// to acquire certain forms. as if we are one.
lift the head up to the sky a:nd see the infinite of blue as something that would enable the creation of spaces of the possible for future kiev that would maybe at least enable some islands where the city could be lived, at least temporarily, in a different way.
but now it’s just kind of a feedback, i don’t know i’m just looking at this building. i don’t know, it gives a nice sha\ shadow, i can see a nice shadow, i like how the colour changes in the shadow, so it’s actually like from light brown it becomes like blue and violet, and grey.
in fact, you can distinguish and ponder about each leaf being different from the other, because every leaf is not like the other. but it’s kinda boring. there’s a leaf that has withered to the brim from the bottom. and then behind the tree i can see only sun, such brilliant sunspots breaking through the tree. a memory that the see is like that, a sensation of the reflection of the sun on the surface of the sea and the waves are swaying and this reflection gets into the eyes from the different points of the sea
yellow pipe which lies over there. yep, that’s it.