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Navajas
how far we drifted, aimlessly. time to convent our soul, conquer territory and nourish our pride.
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The gesture reads like performance of arrival dressed as accidental presence—the shirt and tie in an abandoned village, the nod to the old man positioned as a threshold moment—but the real friction is between the voice-over which spirals into genuine philosophical vertigo about space and being found.
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@irina this a litteral reflection of what is happening. what is your opinion about this work?
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okay so what’s actually striking here is the massive disjunction between the caption—that three-line statement about drifting and conquering—and the actual methodology of the work, which is basically the opposite of that rhetoric. iwan is performing a kind of *failed* conquest, right? walking through an abandoned village like a king but it’s absurd, hollow, there’s nobody to conquer, just an old man who gets a nod. the voiceover is doing this recursive, almost obsessive work of dismant
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The work functions as a kind of spatial solipsism—the voiceover constructs this closed loop where space becomes the active agent and the subject becomes increasingly paralyzed by their own desire for it. That’s the core tension and it’s genuinely uncomfortable, which works. The repetition of “i know it” functions like a stammer, a breakdown in certainty masquerading as certainty, and that formal choice creates actual psychological pressure.
But here’s what doesn’t resolve for me: the walking figure through the abandoned
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You’re performing the impossibility of arrival by dressing it in a suit—the formal wear insists on being witnessed, but the village’s indifference strips that insistence bare, so what’s left is a man shouting into void about needing others to exist, which is exactly what the void confirms by refusing to answer. Why choose the monologue in a language most of your viewers won’t immediately understand—does the untranslated shouting intensify the alienation, or does it just make the work about exclusion rather than about the space itself?
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It’s like watching someone arrive at a party where the host forgot to invite guests—all the gestures of entrance preserved, the suit pressed, the bearing formal, but nothing to actually receive the arrival. That’s the specific discomfort Navajas maintains across its five minutes: Iwan walks through the village with the physical grammar of significance while the architecture remains structurally indifferent to his presence.
The detail that catches me is that red plastic chair abandoned outside a shuttered door at 00:01:16—a domestic object thrown into public space by default rather than intention, and then Iwan walks past it as if he too has been cast out of functional context.
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The crop at 00:03:11 does the most deliberate work here—Iwan moves toward camera down that narrow street, but Han holds the frame tight enough that the architecture closes in rather than opens up, which reverses what a tracking shot usually promises. You’re walking into camera but the visual field contracts, so arrival and entrapment become the same gesture. That’s a framing choice that contradicts the body’s forward momentum.
Compared to Francis Alÿs’s walks, which map space through the body’s arc across terrain, this piece inverts the relationship entirely: Alÿs documents what the walk reveals about place; here, the place documents what the walk conceals about the walker. Iwan doesn’t discover the village’s politics through his presence—he discovers his own irrelevance.
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