Deep inside

Moscow International Biennale of Young Art is a kind of alchemical laboratory, in the bowels of which the elixir of Pravda is synthesized. Youth is uncompromising, and it is important to give it to speak out, because the truth lives in the choir of her unstable opinions.

The mission of Biennale, organized by the GCSI and MMOM, is to open new names, create conditions for the presentation of young authors to the public and develop contemporary art in the urban environment: “Unlike past years, since this year the curator Biennale, like its participants, belongs to the young generation (up to thirty -five years old)”, reads the description. Here is someone who, and Paolo Sorrentino would now object. This year, the three -city manufactory was the site of the main project of Biennale. The beginning of the project was laid by the annual festival of young art “Stop! Who is going on? ”, Which was held by the State Center for Contemporary Art (HCSI) annually from 2002 to 2006 in cooperation with the school of contemporary art“ Free Workshops ”of the Moscow Museum of Contemporary Art (MMOMA). And it went away: Biennale is held for the fifth time.

Despite the apparent frivolity, the meaning of the exhibits of the exhibition is quite difficult. The curator of the main project of the British named Nadim Samman called on the participants to focus on the problems of ecology and the economy, the dangers of new technologies and social instability. According to Samman, now artists find inspiration into uncertainty and ambiguity, arguing about instability and multidimensionality: "We are in a state of endless fall, taking away deeper and deeper into a kind of black hole." We really take away deeper and deeper into a black hole: every reader of samizdat knows that the world is on fire. In this world, artists ceased to carry out the meaning of their works through themselves. Giving out a “cook in a boot” for ambiguity, contemporary artists often contribute to a global depreciation of art. And now - the Biennale of the young: the followers of Jehovah who did not survive from the mind, but the fresh minds - the future of our and overseas art.

The main platform of the youth Biennale is located in the overwhelming ends of the Old building. At the entrance framed by the industrial landscape, two bugs are sitting and repeating: “There, there!”. On the ground floor there is a rifle rod, a description of a project that occupies a whole wall and predictably begins with the phrase “traditional systems of discrete entities”, and an exhibit called “New color”.

The work of Yegor Kraft (in fact-Yegor Creed) is an intervention in the online space using a fictitious website of the non-existent American company ACI , specializing in the field of applied chemistry.

On this site, the company announced the revolutionary opening of a completely new previously unknown color. The site has incredible popularity, thousands of letters come to the mail of a fictional company - enthusiastic, surprised, evil. Jean Bodyyar was immediately quoted: "We live in a world where there is more and more information, but less and less sense." The desire of a person to believe in miracles cannot be taken from him - this is not only a new color, but also wonderful healing, kindness, love and the original innocence of childhood. All sorts of jars, flashes, liquids of different colors are in rows (I suppose, the watercolor has been divorced), gloves and all that. I don’t know if it was possible to touch it, but I, taking advantage of the lack of spying, was all hungry.

Then I entered the dark room, filled with the sound of rusty water pouring into the sink. In the middle of the room one could make out something black and huge, it moved and terrified. In the depths of the hall, a little to the right of the exhibit “Ausfluss”, which was a rusty disgusting water pouring into a dirty sink, a mannequin sat on a white chair. Bald, all in black and in sunglasses. My breath caught my breath. After not reading the description, I began to reflect that it is all, damn it, then. Death from water? The secret world of sewage? And at that moment the mannequin got to his feet. It is difficult to describe my feelings at that moment, I was close to premature ridiculous death - young, but gray -haired. It turned out that it was the ranger of the hall. Fighting is unmarried, I asked: "You have not gone crazy here?" He said that he was listening to audiobooks and lectures at the workplace, so he is normal. But his appearance was terrible to me, and I silently recoiled.

The black gibberish was the inflatable aircraft of the Frenchwoman Margerit Yumo. “Creatures? -Time for Europe (2013-)”-this is the name of this exhibit. The fantastic description is about some creatures living under the ice bark of heavenly Europe, the satellite of Jupiter: people from the earth found them and are going to communicate with them with the help of vibrations of a black plane. The description really fascinates. It’s like a new color-you think: “Some kind of nonsense!”, And you want to believe it yourself.

Opposite the aircraft there are many holes in the wall through which you can get into microscopic rooms with other youth works. Half of them are video installations, so it will not be easy to describe them, but one can say for sure: this is something between the screenshot of the fucked computer and a viral roller. Of course, the meaning is invested in each work, but it is often impossible to understand it. In general, this is my opinion regarding all the exhibits of any exhibition - you want to beat me, you want not. You can also fall in the haystack here. Then the whole car was in straw.

The second floor is larger and, thank God, brighter. Opens him "universal flight." This is a flight scoreboard and a woman’s head in the rim of the toilet (on the very case - in the porthole).

Symbolizes the immoderate of society. Well, by the way, my version of vision is also suitable. Then there are huge rooms with screens: multidimensional objects, some shooting from the space, something hung (or is it necessary?), Sounds, sounds, sounds-a crazy house, in a word. And you think: now, a couple of steps to the will, but there is even more so - a cage with fat caterpillars (okay, silkworms), a video enlarged thousands of times. It is pink and resembles a bilateral dildo. As Ramzan Kadyrov says: "Whoever does not understand, he will understand." In short, I was nearly caught directly in a cage with cute animals.

In the last room of this ominous sector, an incredible number of people was crowded - three people who enthusiastically discussed something in the middle. Barely pushing, I saw an empty plastic container surrounded by all kinds of wiring, connecting vessels and other rubbish garage of uncle Sam. It is called this miracle-yudo "soap bubble." It is written that the car (and this machine) blowing a soap bubble, sends it to the chamber with the controlled atmosphere and keeps it there in a limited state for the long time. I stood near the car for about five minutes - nothing appeared. So the real soap bubble turned into a metaphorical.

But immediately after this exhibit (apparently, in accordance with the subtle psychological calculation), a huge screen was hung in an absolutely empty space, on which the image of a sowing forest. Sounds, even a breeze. Maybe this, of course, through the holes in the walls of the muzzle, but not the point. I noticed that many exhaled, and it was not enough to sit on the hillock, take a large sip of milk, bite off the edge of the bread and tighten the song. Nearby in the wall the hole the size of Jerry’s mouse is hollowed out, and inside the forest. Trees trunks, earth. You feel like Alice in the Wonder of Wonders. Immediately on the wall hang confusing wires. The description is also confused, so I will not even try to unravel. And I will say to the author of Eddie Wagenknecht: the best is the enemy of the good.

Yes. So, it’s not easy, but still we got to the largest hall. A brain made of wire and colored beads huddles in the doorway. And on the left is a thin homemade shelf on which there are different piercing-cutting objects. I thought it was for visitors: I didn’t like something-the sharpening of the rr-r-once!

But no - this is an exhibit. Although the author of Lee Neva from Israel argues about the same way as I: “Jericho” embodies “cruel” actions that are possible in the most difficult circumstances. “Entry attempts No. 25” - digital photographs of the volcano, and there - either in the lava, or in the ashes - either chicken, or pieces of meat. In general, the name "May barbecue" would be more suitable for the image. Even from the cool: all the windows in the hall are glued with black island. I thought - the decoration of the hall, but no, also an exhibit with which Daria Koltsova from Ukraine talks about the theory of protection. It turns out that during an explosion of the window it is knocked out by an explosive wave, and when applying the correct ornament from the isolet, they remain in place. Something liked something and seemed strong and touching. We are talking about a series of photographs “Not a Word of the War”: the outlines of people and events of the Second World War are applied to black and white images with red paint. Opposite the paintings are red filters. If you look at the photo through these filters, people are not visible, and the landscape seems quite peaceful.

The theme of war is difficult, but it is necessary to talk about it to new generations, so I express Daria mental (and if I am lucky, and she reads this text, then a written) respect.

And yet ... a large black circle called “Antiolnza” lying on the floor of a gypsum head, reminiscent of the bald Theodor Glagolev, as well as vertical imprints of naked female parts of the body. That is, as in life, here among the mountains are incomprehensible, somewhere dishonest, and somewhere frankly stupid, there are sincere and truly talented works that can affect something deep inside the viewer.