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  1. 1972 (2017)

  2. There "in the dark archive" stored on a shelf according to their year

    of origin 1972 was a series of photographs depicting the life of  R. and A.



    When looking at an image, you tend to believe what you see. But, often believing is a
    matter of what you are able to see. If you do not have a word for an object, an idea
    or a phenomenon, you are more prone to not cognitively perceive and, as a second step,
    understand it. In a society, the political conditions of the world inhabited defines
    the level of possible comprehension.
    Simultaneously, memory works like a distorted photograph. Every time you look into the
    past you rewrite it with current information and update it with recent or new
    experiences. Your memory is not like a video camera. It reframes and edits events to
    create a story that fits in the current world.
    R. and A.´s world feels strange. Their presence seems to not belong; an irruption of
    the familiar. Like the Chuppah at their wedding, a sacred Jewish symbol upon the
    territory of the Shona people, so the surreally fast ageing of their children, or the
    year itself, which is symbolic of Rhodesia’s troubled colonial history. 1972, seven
    years after the Declaration of Independence from Great Britain, marked the beginning
    of a seven year guerilla war between black nationalists and the Rhodesian security
    forces. This all appears weird, decontextualized, alien.
    Is the carefreeness of this young, apparently ″colorblind” family, their attempt to
    build a home, and their unabashed freedom of mobility inappropriate, if not provoking?
    Maybe this is what it is all about. R. and A.’s narrative lies outside the
    established frames of perception. Together, empowered by the vastness of their shared
    life, they transcend the limitations of reality. A reality which was always
    indeterminate by nature.
    Yet, a photograph is never just a representation of the past. The couple perforates
    the past, producing a black hole, a rupture in time and space. The image evokes a
    constant NOW†, where past, present and future are all the same, and the confinements of
    anthropocentric time perception is suspended. Futurism and nostalgia are inextricably
    intertwined: The three women eating at the wedding, the little girl looking timidly
    into the camera behind the bride, the piercing gaze of R. in the Chisipite Highlands;
    they all seem to carry memories of the future. A time, where the nostalgia for the
    past has been replaced by a nostalgia for the present because everything is never
    enough.
    R. and A. take possession of a space. It might be an utopian space. But real at the
    same time. Utopian when seen from the past, but real if seen from the present. In the
    realm of a Simulacrum nothing is original anymore – and truth lies in the eyes of the
    beholder.
    If truth is stranger than fiction, how strange can fiction be? And what is real
    anyway? Did R. and A. really stand at the Lake Chivero? Are they actually happy? And
    if not, were they forced to smile to serve the colonial agenda of the ruling white
    minority, to demonstrate the power of image control? And what about the landscape, the
    wedding cake, the water slide that reaches for the sky? Are they as neutral as they
    seem? Can they be harmless objects in a zone of political oppression?
    R. and A. are ahead of their own future. They might live in their own world, but make
    it available for everybody. It is a world in which everything is, was, and will be
    possible. Where black and white makes no difference, and where, what you call home, is
    no longer determined by the place you are born or raised.
    But what if this is all a performance? And if yes, does it really matter? Maybe. Art
    is not for the archives. It gravitates. It makes you explore the limits of the
    thinkable. If a person defines a situation as real, it is real in its consequences.
    And as the future is as indeterminate as your memory, it is able to constitute what is
    central to everybody’s life: a realm of possibility.
    Hi, I guess it is fine like this. What made you decide to get rid of the “discussing”
    photos idea? Anyway, as I thought the beginning is maybe a bit much like a jump into
    cold water, I tried to complement it a bit with “a” context. Just a proposal.
    I started to rewrite and edit the captions also, but didn't finish as I think there is
    no time to really implement another narrative strand.
    TEXT BY: PHILIPP RHENSIUS

  3. 1972 is a performance-based work recorded in photographs made in collaboration with Admire Kamudzengerere.