To the End of the Line Curated by Marta Fontolan
For isn’t the life of a man a momentary booziness of the soul? And an eclipse of the soul as well?
Opening Saturday November 22, 2014
6 – 9 pm
Gilbert and George
Calla Henkel and Max Pitegoff
Morag Keil and Marlie Mul
Jason Matthew Lee
Stephen G Rhodes
A screening by Stuart Sherman
Château Shatto is delighted to announce the group exhibition To the End of the Line curated by Marta Fontolan. An opening reception for the exhibition will be held on Saturday, November 22, from 6 – 9pm.
And you Venya? Moscow – Petushki to the end of the line as usual?
The exhibition To The End of the Line refers to Venedikt Erofeev´s prose poem From Moscow to Petushki written between 1969 and 1970 in Moscow. After traveling via samizdat through Israel and Europe, the poem was finally published in the Soviet Union thanks to the literary almanac Vest in 1989 during the time of the Perestroika, Mikhail Gorbachev and his glasnost policy reform.
Considered the first example of Russian postmodernism, Moscow to Petushki is a metaphysical train journey, narrated by a quasi-autobiographical speaker whose individual quest provides an opportunity for an extended discussion about history, philosophy and politics. Erofeev takes the chance to question Russia’s cultural heritage and Soviet contemporary life during some heavily censored times. This political and private poem embodied a silent disavowal of dominant concepts in the political discourse of the late Soviet period.
And he immediately had a drink. . .
The exhibition takes advantage of looking at the world through the lens of an empty bottle and through the mindset of a hangover. What seems to be celebrated in this historical poem – and what the show hopes to gain from – is the ability of alcohol to both allow and increase wayward thoughts. It lets the mind wonder while society’s dogmas often don’t. It celebrates the blurry and visionary state of the hangover and the journeys which take us nowhere. It tells about the powerful visions of disenchantment.
The road from Moscow to Petushki is a subjective and fictive one – the need for escape from reality and the deep desire for criticizing it.
For Some reason no one in Russia knows why Pushkin died but how to refine furniture polish – that, everybody knows…
Tear of a Komsomol Girl
Lavender Toilet Water 15g
Herbal Lotion 30g
Nail Polish 2g
Lemon Soda 150g