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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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