By Costas Tsoclis: The idea of the Ark was born a fear, in 19 ... when I saw in Paris at the Petit Palais, the exhibition of the collective Dumesnil. An exhibition containing samples of all cultures, almost all periods. I remember how the work of my generation, compared to other times in history, appeared below me, how much more empty! So I decided to save my boat any sacrifice of personal emptiness of artistic trends of the time. I left Paris and I knew back in my country (Greece), in search of juices and reasons to be as primitive as possible, regardless of the consequences of this act on my career or the news my work. Since I try to see things in their home, when I turned around when necessary to the past and using his achievements when necessary. I think that no conquest of the past prevents the future, and no mixture of memories and how do deviate.
In autumn 1990, traveling on the boat back to the past, and looking at a serene sea, but mysterious and threatening, I am reminded of Noah. And I told the architect Nikos Hatzikiriakos how this old man had been stupid to have instructed his "Ark" of all these animals, so many forms of life final, thereby depriving the nature of the potential for the unexpected, the potential of change. And I said that anonymous celluel might hide unexpected life forms, forms of life probably better, than what we already knew. And I said that really there is not something more mysterious, more vibrant, more able to become a symbol of the future, an egg produced in the past. And I said that I think this egg would be enough to perpetuate life, promising to cut him a new world. so I said I wanted to build my Ark to me, giving it a shape as basic as perfect and hide in her womb, not the seeds of natural life, but extracts of acts, thoughts, phenomena and events: which could contain an egg and a day hatch a spiritual model of another reality. But Nikos
Hatzikiriakos, fascinated by the idea undertook to study it-m ^ me the possibilities of its realization. So me, I did the drawings and he found the static solutions and uses a wooden construction company to achieve it.
colored pieces of wood from old boats that had traveled extensively joined as parasites on the tarmac surface. Voices primitive whale emerged from the bowels of the ARK. Voices existing but unknown to many of us, voices that converse with the roots of our existence. The house lights went out, they disappeared, and the only available light was the one that came from inside the Ark through the opening half-open one of the two poles mobile. In this slot you could look inside the ARK. We sealed the front door of the gallery, the visitors' entrance was by a smaller one. So we wondered how this huge, strange object had slipped away. It was as though he were born and grew up. The perplexity was reaching the limits of fear.
My work has been delivered to the audience, an audience moved, lost, silent. The tears of people who had perhaps never cried in front of a plastic event were my reward. Now the work will be transferred to Brussels as a symbol of understanding and respect for others' ideas, and tomorrow, when its interior is filled with the thought of the 260 persons will be settled somewhere, as the bearer of messages, as a symbol of friendship. A historical record of a moment of our time.
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