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«Оплодотворение» ("Fertilization")
Zitta Sultanbaeva
Художественная Жизнь Казахстана /
ed. Valeria Ibraeva, 2001
PP. 11-18
From the SCCA archive
Digital collection
Documentation, Tselinny
Center of Contemporary Culture
But where is the immediate joy of play, where is the new sincerity and pain, and do they even exist if they’re put on the table like a trump card in the corresponding game? Is that where the sense of falseness comes from — the one we soak ourselves in as we accept the rules of this game as a given? Or is it the feeling of provincials, still preserved in their wild innocence, in the remote expanses of faraway Kazakhstan?
Is the one who’s harsher somehow more honest? And such figures, once they emerge, refuse to be erased. … Once angered by the established order of things, Kanat [Ibragimov] outplayed everyone by putting his own humanity on the line. He pulled out his guts and showed them to us. That’s not something you forget. But it’s not easy to come out of that unscathed. In sacrificing his humanity, it’s as if he wanted to become a “superhuman.”
Erbossyn [Meldibekov] plays effortlessly with those zoomorphic “remnants,” turning them into objects that often carry a chilling subtext, the kind that surrounds an ordinary Kazakh in the everyday archaic life. This renewed archaism, seamlessly merging with a European mode of thinking, grows into a symbol, a sign, through hyperbole.
The conversation ended with the statement: We do this because WE DON’T WANT TO DIE! This declaration by Almagul Menlibayeva expresses the impulse that, while explaining much, also gives hope — hope that art will continue to live as long as there are artists in search of their identity! And I believe that in the three years of the SCCA’s existence, a significant breakthrough has occurred — both inward, toward the self (self-identification), and outward, from the self to the world of the other (communication). The search goes on. Through collective effort, a newborn has arrived. It is learning to walk, to speak, to cry, and to laugh. We hope that soon it will grow up, and time will tell whether, once matured, it can take on a form all its own, one unlike any other.
современный кочевник,
странствующий дервиш
стихийная «дикость»
