Dom Svobode was born from Cobra and Phantom. Kurusawa and Bunnuel were the godfathers. Trbovlje are the Sea of Galilee. The walls are no longer vertical. (Sašo Podgoršek)
The leading artists in Slovenia are haunted by ... gravitation! Živadinov is lured into gravitation by nothingness, Gregorič makes his stand by hanging his models upside-down, Losic tends towards the infinite - Kovač and Podgoršek confess, in most stunning way, the reason for their running away from the ground: to have a better look at the world they come from. The world, where black colour was the colour of miners` brass band, red was the colour of mom`s nylon blouse and white was the colour of sister`s ballet shoes. Dom Svobode in not only a code for the world the eyes of our generation see when looking back - it is also a code for the spaces of freedom an artist tries to create, wanting to rise above the banality of everyday life, wishing to inflame his imagination and to untie his body. To make a body stand upright when hanging from the wall is a gesture that in its heresy resembles fluttering of a bird on top of a gigantic chimney: goodbye, Earth! But the bird is not alone anymore, it has its flock of black birdies, which in a fleeting, unfocused shot become one with black dots on a die and with black dots on a piece of white paper. The chance of the cast die, caught into Kovac`s system, becomes an irresistible combination, pulling down not only bodies, but walls as well. (Stojan Pelko)
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