SUMMER NOSTALGIE / D5S2
14.02 — 21.02.2024
MAMM exhibition gallery, Moscow, Russia
Capron, cotton, nylon, steel, wood, cyanotype, inkjet printing, archival photography
Curators: Irina Korina, Ekaterina Troepolskaya, Andrey Rodoinov
The project is part of a learning lab project called “Materials Theater”. Each participant chose their own material and explored it in their own way. I chose parachute fabric or kapron avizent. I found a real parachute. Next, the legend was assembled from bits and pieces of memories of a personal past. I embroidered a prototype of an old country hammock from this fabric and printed a photo of a dragonfly caught this summer on a huge piece of parachute. The photos are from my family’s archive: me and my dad near the oak trees where the old hammock was hanging, we are swinging on it. More and more connections were found as we progressed. I felt like a spider creating a world based on my persona nostalgia but through new material already recognized to some extent. In addition to the object, we prepared poems as some of our curators were well-known poets. It was decided to describe the projects in the exhibition in a free form, which gave me the opportunity to compose a poem.
PARACHUTE FABRIC
Imagine you’re at an altitude
8,000 meters above sea level.
You’re sitting up higher,
Hand in the ring,
First approach.
First, second, third
Door to the sky!
Eyes on the horizon.
Five hundred and twenty-one,
Five hundred and twenty-one,
Five hundred and twenty-one
D-5 / Oak — affectionate slang. name among paratroopers.
With the total weight of a person with a parachute not more than
120 kg parachute D-5 series 2 provides:
Not less than 80 applications at flight speed
Up to 400 km/h by instrument and altitudes up to 8000 km.
Capron avizent 1987.
Tell me, Mama, who and when did you hang this hammock in the dacha?
A long time ago, about 25 years ago, Grandpa and Grandma put it up.
Wow! Right after I was born?
A hammock made of parachute fabric is a portal.
The skydiver landed successfully on the ground.
As a girl you sit on the hammock
Behind oak leaves and mountain ash.
When you run away from everyone, you swing.
The trees are like a shield, very quiet.
Knotty knots in my butt and back.
Swaying and falling upside down. It’s scary.
Flashed in the reflection of old broken glass.
The cold, the breeze, the sunlight.
I don’t remember Papa and I, how we are in these moments.
I don’t remember who was filming either.
The hammock still hangs in its place.
The paratrooper does everything exactly right.
He assembles his own parachute.
Life flies before your eyes, and it’s breathtaking.
We communicate in the air, like underwater, in space.
He’s filming me, Turkey under my feet.
How long have you been paragliding?
About 15 years, and you?
This is my first time flying.
In the summer, a dragonfly drowned in our pool.
Very fragile lying in the palms of my hands.
Ramil, my younger brother, looks at it.
The celestial beauty flew.