I had the pleasure to be a final guest at the 6. th World Meeting of Bulgarian Media.
Organizers & photos: Bulgarian News Agency.
Location: Vienna, Hotel Hilton, 19 of May 2010
body painting elements: traditional Bulgarian places and folklore elements
About the concept:
The tea cups are symbol of TIME: past, present, future.Often we hide behind layers of words, language, opinions and believes that cover our true self. Only when we learn to wash away these layers our true identity will be revealed. The naked truth is what we need.Only time can guide us and bring us back to our origin.We where born naked and we will leave this earth naked.
The Blue Room
Video and Installation
2007, Masc Foundation exhibition
The Blue Room
This room and the video were created for the exhibition Cross Borders 2007
in Masc Foundation/ Vienna/
Link with panorama photos: look at Pano 3
„The Film is an open window „. It gives us a chance to take a look at different worlds"
To enjoy other life's stories makes us as voyeurs stared at the neighbours window.
This is the reason why I painted a window on the wall, put this slogan inside
and projection my video work in it. On the blue walls were painted shadows from film stars.
The Mirror is an important character in the video. The dolls and fruits are the seducing part.
Kitsch, Flirting, Love & a bit More
50 min/ color/ Enlgish & German
A parody and truth
This video is a crazy mix of interviews with people from different countries, body language, parties, reality, poetry, searching, loneliness and hope. One sees strange, funny, sensitive, normal, dancing and drunk people talking about flirting, kissing, love, feelings and fears. What is the FLIRT about? Is it always with an aim?
A main part of the project is a book called: 1001 New Flirt Expressions. I found the book online.
It is a collection with flirt expressions written for men.
The video characters:
The Rain, The Fucker, The Horse, The Risk, The Friend, The Lost Love,
The Found Love, The Passion, The Hope, The Illusion, The Hopeless,
The Nervous One, The Guitar, The Wine, He, She, We and the special guest is The Mirror
Poetry part: Inspired by my father- the poet and writer Volen Nikolaev and
two of his works The Paper Tiger and The Nostalgia Store
A part of the text:
„-I love the rain, it is as the weather is playing piano, now it is here,
but after a while far away...
It is time to go, it is time to stop. I have other plans, but I will leave you my most beautiful glisten...
Its me again. You are not afraid of your self, or are you? May be we all have it in our selves- a different self. May be some of us are afraid of it, as if it is something in a shop window. That's why they are protecting them selves with aggression, they don’t want to understand the others and they will act this way till they have broke this other part.
Who are you? Why are you staring at me?
I am The Risk
You are the one who make people love me!
I am just a horse in the beginning of the new century, the new era. And what about you?
I think you are not afraid. I think we are going in the same direction. We live. We follow one or a few versions. Destiny gives us exams and like this chooses which one is for us. Absolutely modern exams with IQ tests and other new technologies and brain checks. Things often happen by accident, well at least the others believe so.
The others who close them selves of, who are contend, what is acceptable to society.
This is what is called: decency. They don’t want to see the chance and to go in to another path in the labyrinth. To meet other people, to live in a different way.
To love in a different way. To enjoy, work in a different way. They turn their cold face the other way, they clime the stars to the iron door and than close
it in front of the stranger. They swear the person who deals a wrong phone number.
They are afraid, oh how afraid of the feeling even of a small risk.
But the risk dose not care, it makes the present fuller, it awards us with the past, with the memories. It gives us the right to have strange dreams...even after time gone by.
Is there someone waiting for me?
Is there someone waiting for us?