Open House (at University of Fine Arts)
When the once royal halls no longer inspire fear, no longer make one shudder with respect, and even begin to feel familiar, this is testimony to having gone through a process of development.
One recognizes the situation and emotions of the exhibiting students, the magnitude and seriousness of the event in their lives, and wonders whether it was the right decision for oneself—and whether this hall would really have made a significant difference.
Whether the questions and challenges of the present would then have been different?
You wander through the rooms, surrounded by exhibits on all four axes, and in the photography class you find a single photograph in the classical sense: an image of two men on a tram, street photography, photographed from behind, with beautiful, strong colors.
It hangs there like a foreign body, between abstract forms on two-dimensional supports, as objects or as videos and sound. The analog photograph, beautiful and powerful in expression, feels like a relic from another time—by a student who seems to have gotten stuck at some point and missed “progress.”
