Ov
PHARMAKON. Dernière conversation dans l'écume de tes commissures - Installation - 2019
présentée dans le cadre de l'exposition Panorama 21
Pharmakon is the remedy, or the poison.
Every opening day, at a certain time, a Last Conversation in the Foam at the Corners of Your Lips begins, a gestating cycle that you are invited to enter. In the creature’s damp lair, an inert form diffuses a dangerous conversation. From one awakening to the next, a detached entity insatiably goes hunting. The environment seems to form a layer of protection that it is difficult to transgress, yet lets out a few groans of stifled lives. The global body becomes cancerous and oozes liquid.
After these moments wrested from the nothingness that you resist, in the refuges of the breaches that you desire, there can be no more going back; it is too late to stay calm. That is what such an operation implies. There is a moment when you believe in each person’s importance, there is a monument when you have to wield the knives; this is the first step outside the circle. Which is necessary when the world is off its axis.
Praise in the flesh of the age that raises the midnight sun.
Praise in the margins.
Technosavages.
Let’s dance before we are spotted.
Let’s dance before we are torn apart.
Ov
Ov is an artist and filmmaker with a feather of fire. Taking root in assimilated wild waters of the west, making her way up to high schools and institutions (Wits Johannesburg, Le Fresnoy, Unesco) passing through numerous major international films festivals (Cannes Court Métrage, FID Marseille, Festival dei Popoli, Nouveau Cinéma Montréal, Ann Arbor, DOK Leipzig, FEST New Directors, Annecy Animation, Concorto, Split, London Animation, Göteborg, Uppsala) and a few TV broadcasts (France 3), Ov has attempted to alert society to the erroneous trajectory our humanity is taking. But it was indeed in the sumptuous borderless marshlands plentiful of resistance that she found many seeds of truth, of infinite potentials. In these scattered zones, Ov and her friends, multiple and complex creatures, with all their colors, hearts, mentalities and spirits, come alive without respite. There, they meet each other, recognize each other, love, flourish, take care of the world, weave and firmly defend the powerful bonds that connect them to life. Their vision is a deep and dignified life, one that we touch with tears in our eyes at the brink of time, legacy from our wombs. In this great movement of transformation, they recreate themselves, from each blaze they reborn with a more beautiful, a more conscious and freer energy, thus they continue their dance and weave the living all around them. On this enlightened common path, they shape a holistic, dialectical art, emerging from and for the heart of the worlds. A revolutionary art, an art confident in its capacity to overturn the hegemonic order that destroys the fabric at the foundation of all forms of life, an art filled with hope that is not afraid to defend its ethical and moral values in the face of the enemy, an art of struggle that knows its responsibilities towards the future generations, an art that writes history and embodies it right now, that takes up the powerful millennial flame and pays tribute to the immense courage of those who gave their last feather for the freedom of all of us. Ov and her friends with open wings were ready to enter the fire, if the fire was reality, they were ready to honor life and to become this fire.
[ metamorphosis in progress … ]
