At Heaven's Door, St. Petersburg

Curated by Marina Koldobskaya
November 23 – 28, 2012

Artists Selection Curated by Miguel Petchkovsky Morais
Alex Villar (Brazil/USA), Fernanda d’Agostino (USA), Fernando Velazquez (Brazil), Carolina Redondo (Chile), Angie Bonino (Peru), Rachel Rosalen (Brasil), Sergio Ulhoa (Brasil), Cesar Meneghetti (Brasil/Venice), Mat Rappaport (USA).

Artists Selection Curated by Viktoria Ilyushkina
Mariateresa Sartori (Italy), Francesca Fini (Italy), Anna Jermolaewa (Austria), Tina Willgren (Sweden), Joaquin Palencia (Philippines), Rimas Sakalauskas (Lithuania) Heini Aho (Finland), Pink Twins (Finland), Hakeem b (France), AUJIK, Stefan Larsson (Sweden), Loudwig van Ludens (Germany), Anssi Kasitonni (Finland), Leyla Rodriguez & Cristian Straub (Germany), TOTART, Natalia Abalakova & Anatoliy Zhigalov (Russia).

Artists Selection Curated by Sergey Komarov
Laurie Spiegel (USA), Nick Edwards (UK), Don Slepian (USA), Mark Hannesson (Canada), Alex Pleninger (Russia), (Russia), top40 (Russia), Motor (Russia), dropouT (Russia), Hans Tammen (USA), Kurvenschreiber (Russia), ::vtol:: (Russia), Paul Amlehn (New Zealand).

Exhibition Alexandra Dementieva (Belgium-Russia), Koen Theys (Belgium), Leo Nunez (Argentina), Mariela Yeregui & Miguel Grassi (Argentina), Jean-Michel Rolland (France), Mariateresa Sartori (Italy), Elena Gubanova, Ivan Govorkov (Russia), Anna Frants (USA-Russia), Alicia Eggert and Mike Fleming (USA), Natalya Lyakh (France), Lidiya Vitkovskaya (Russia).

Performances Andrey Bartenev, Patrick K. -H., Oleg Makarov, Larisa Aleksandrova (Russia), Roman Ermakov, Ivan Onoprienko (Russia), Pink Twins (Finland), Fernando Velazquez (Brasil), Alex Pleninger (Russia), Kurvenschreiber (Russia), ::vtol:: (Russia).

Educational Program Interface Z (France), Erandy Vergara (Canada-Mexico), Daniil Frants (USA), Ellen Pearlman (USA), Taras Mashtalir (USA), Nataliya Fedorova (Russia).

About the theme This is not about the end of the world that was, yet again, almost in earnest awaited this year. It has nothing to do with protest songs or with sad movies.

This is about the fact that each day we knock on some doors. Knock and they will open. Ask and they will give. This is really so, tried and true. The question is what is in there, behind the door. Shall we be better off if we enter? Shall we be happier if we receive?

If one is to see some meaning in art, it is precisely in this: go-I-don’t-know-where, bring-me-I-don’t-know-what.

Behind the waterfall, in a cave filled with gold, there are either the dragon’s bones or the dragon itself, either the live-giving water of the death-giving one. Everything is arranged differently there, and we are different there. He who has not been there – consider him not to have been at all.

The artist sets on his quest in order to get to that country – from whose bourn, admittedly, he hopes to return. And to bring something along. This is not a paradise – this is rather the stalkers’ zone. This is the place where one keeps going – up to a certain point, of course, and subjecting himself to irreversible changes while doing that. To find the toys there that he doesn’t understand himself and that will irreversibly change something here.

Perhaps, those toys will improve life, make it more affluent, beautiful and convenient. Ultimately, longer. Let’s leave these discourses to advertising. We go there because our feet take us there. So that later on we would tell fairytales, sing heavenly songs and show magic pictures.
About the magic country that we fixed up for ourselves.

Today, that country behind the waterfall, beyond the heaven’s door, past the gateless gate is created with the help of MacBooks, iPhones, speakers, sensors and other hard- and software. It’s not important what it is made of. What’s important is that people could be allowed in there by pushing a cell phone’s button, connecting to the internet or turning on a projector.

Today, this is not a question of whether we should knock on the door or sneak in, whether enter upon permission or break in, whether only good people are allowed in or each and everyone. Perhaps, there is nobody to ask, in fact; perhaps, we are the only ones in there; perhaps, there, behind the door, everything is ours as well. If we build it.

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