July 2006: Nonstop
This month’s “Updated Rumours” go nonstop. Plotki authors look for features from around the bloc that happen uninterrupted. Don’t stop here but jump inside and see what they found…
When walls are talking to us, we have to listen, because it might be human history that they are showing us. From past to present, graffiti was taken sometimes as art, sometimes as crime, but in both cases it meant more than static art…
I started looking for watertowers a long time ago, for no particular reason. A very dreamy period of my life, cruising the city for hours on different buses or trams. Half asleep, half awake, all objects became blurry, only to return to a more precise material form afterwards. These metamorphoses were part of my delight.
A short video (loop), where the space of the city at night is regarded as a shifting, complex, scriptive system, both a text to be read and a composition of images to be observed.
We walk through our lives without knowing where we’re going to. We are passers-by without a vision that is percepted before things happen. We are renegades of our own souls. We are guided by false models. But this falsity fades when you understand the trick of the brain. A personal essay about the nonstop run of life.
Nonstop in motion, nonstop bringing people up and
down. Look at the pictures of people taken for a ride
by the elevator.
Always on the run with no beginning and no end – kaleidoscope rotates nonstop. Watch this animation to have a look inside that gyratory apparatus.
The streets don’t have dead ends and the stories can go on and on…People, places, tastes, colors and dreams are just endless frames for shaping never ending stories….
Are you an expert on Eastern Europe? Check out the Plotki Quiz and get one of the Traveling Photoalbums in your letterbox…
Everyday 17 year old Kris from Latvia leaves his cheap hotel room, carring his “beggars equipment” and locates himself in the front of Oslo’s most expensive hotels. At the same time Norwegians pour out from nearest subway stations. Some happy, some a little bit drunk, but no one seems to care neither about money nor time.
Last month’s task was Never Ending Poetry… the competition was as tight as a Transnistrian’s trousers, but in the end Plotki decided to do it doggy style.
A speeded up Bob trips over Prague: The following are the more comprehensible sections from Bob’s recordings. He talks about himself continually in the third person and at time cries and asks for his mum. This might raise some ethical questions about the nature of Plotki’s research…