film installation, light boxes, neon work more, more, more, 2 channel video installation 2020
SYNOPSIS
Dreaming of better lands, from generation to generation, because of poverty, hunger and wars, we voyage across the seas.
Geography is destiny.
“Do our bodies retain the memories of our grandfathers; are memories of running away in search of better lands imprinted on our bodies?”
Porvenir means Future. It is the only town in Tierra del Fuego, at the bottom of the world, founded by Croatian immigrants at the beginning of the 20th century.
Film Porvenir premiered at International Short Film Festival Oberhausen (official selection).
Lars Henrik Gass (Festival Director, International Short Film Festival Oberhausen) choosed Porvenir in Top Five Shorts of 2020 for Kinoscope.
Awards
2021 Croatian Film Days, for Porvenir – Best music composition – Best sound design
2020 The Šibenik City Museum – More, ljudi, obale exhibition – 1st prize
2020 Liburnia film festival, for Porvenir – Best Film – Best Cinematography – Best Sound Design
– Artforum international magazine article by Kate Sutton
Press release for the exhibition Porvenir
In the exhibition Porvenir or (the)
Porvenir is the third and for now the last episode of this impressive exhibition cycle that Renata started in 2016 with the work (every exhibition or story is treated as a complete artistic unit of its own) Partenza, followed up by Terra incognita. Like the previous two exhibitions, Porvenir is set up and presented in the Kranjčar Gallery, which is an essential consideration since in her work Renata includes a number of subjects, including the exhibition venue itself, which takes an equal share in the formation of the work of art. The exhibition (the artwork) Porvenir
The film Porvenir – Future was shot in 2019 in Tierra del Fuego, Chile; the title refers to a town of the same name that was founded at the beginning of the twentieth century by mainly Croatian emigrants (including the artist’s great-grandfather). In the film Partenza the artist’s great-grandmother stands on the strand waiting for a ship with letters from her husband who had set off into the world in the search for a better life. Like many other women, she never saw her man’s return. Porvenir shows us this town in the back of beyond, literally at the end of the world, the majority of the inhabitants of which are the descendants of those Croats who managed to survive. There, in aland where the turbulent sea joins heaven and earth, stands the great granddaughter of the long-ago migrant, watching the ship that comes and goes. The story of migrants continues like a story of metaphor and reality of the promised land. Of the future – porvenir.
Too Much Of This Sea
two channel video installation with a mirror and additional text ‘Island‘
Two vertical video projections in the corner show the sea in constant motion and on loop. The sea continues to flow and reflect in the mirror placed on the floor under the projections.
First vertical projection shows the open sea with the horizon and the second one is a close up of the sea foam watched from the boat.
‘Island’
Too much of this sea. Turn around to the left, to the right, turn to the front, to the back, or don’t turn around. Too much of this sea. We are born, not born. We sleep, don’t sleep. We travel, awake far from any island, live there, lie in hospital beds, temperature rising and falling like ebb and flow. We don’t travel. Words from heads and mouths multiply, we’ll choke on them, choke everything and anyone. Too much of this sea. Too much for our eyes, our bodies, sexual organs, the whole of our nudity. Too much, swim or don’t swim, dive, work, make love, run, and sweaty afterwards drink. Too much of this sea. What would you say if you were a mariner, a fish, a boat, anchor or missionary going off to baptise and not returning? Too much of this sea. Too many days and years and centuries. Although I am not a migratory bird, insect, some invisible animal. Too much of this sea. It is wide and thick, deep and spacious, un-thought, pre-thought, one might say, thought out, indifferent to the abundance of death. And yet in our hearts. Cruel and good like God. I looked at the little vessels (those thirsty mouths) that scoop up its water. I saw that clock that you left on the clothing, striking dry and lost. A failed fish one might say. We walked along the shore, what wasn’t it ready to do to please the main that was coming. And what if we threw ourselves head over heels? Too much of this sea. For our strengths and weaknesses. The shore: illusion and deception.
Daniel Dragojević