My thought goes out to that which has
Neither name nor meaning...
The purest continues to be the form
Which permeated the mist as it dissolved,
The trodden snow is the only rose.
Ives Bonnefoy
The illusion of the oneness of man and the world, sustained in art through the classical paradigm or the contemplative naturalism of the 19th century, has long faded. Romanticism aimed to recover the relationship with nature, by means of a subjective individualism; the fascination with landscape became something more than a marvelous spectacle colored by the passions, and to mediate with nature offered the illusion of an encounter with what was most intimate and truthful in a subject. The search for original, virgin landscape, indomitable in its entire splendor, then heightened experiences of great emotional intensity.
Contemporary man intervenes in the natural world -for better or for worse- with such a high degree of sophistication which surprises us, unnerves us, sets off alarm bells and -on some occasions- gives us hope.
Ethical debates and the resulting furious polemics are pursued even in circles which are rarely able to transform reality in practice. The advances in genetic engineering and their potential in the near future would have been unthinkable a few years ago, and their correlatives in the promise of life-extension and curing illnesses do not compensate for the spectre of the catastrophe which has already established itself in the collective imagination. However, passivity is the most generalized response. Some international ecology movements have managed to break through partially that veil which covers over the painful reality, in order to penetrate the collective consciousness, albeit for a few instants, often not for much longer than the duration of an action alert 2 image when it appears in the media. The statistics, which put figures to the damage already caused to the planet, are outrageous; however, expectations for the future, far from amending this path of self-destruction, multiply the risks exponentially. The greatest evil continues to be indifference, what Hannah Arendt describes as the banality of evil. Triviality and indifference that keep us distant from our own selves and with a great feeling of impotence and guilt before what would seem to be irremediable.
From science fiction films, futurist tales and children's comics, the suffering planet cries out for vengeance, and at the same time new redemptory figures arise, endowed with mythical, messianic characteristics, whose objective is to save the planet. Meanwhile we hear the voices of specialists who predict new and more serious ecological disasters in the near future; the figures of the catastrophes and the scale of the damage already confirmed are terrifying, and yet….
In order to effect a significant change in this state of affairs it is not enough to achieve ecological awareness and a new political will.
Felix Guattari asserts that an ecological-ecosophic revolution can only be achieved on a planetary scale, as part of an essential cultural, political and social revolution. In order to re-establish the balance -and protection of Nature- there must be change in the systems of thought which sustain it. It is a question of rejecting the systems which tend towards uniformity and absolute control, in order to respect biodiversity and plurality in all their facets -those biological, cultural, economic, formal and aesthetic. We should not reduce the complexity of ecologism to a deeper sensitivity in the defence of an environment without including ourselves as a fundamental part of it; we must reconsider our own nature in order to bring the ecology of society, of the environment and of the individual into harmony. Guattari reminds us that there is currently a growing degradation not only of environmental ecology but of all these ecologies, since they are interdependent.
The video-installation Getting over follows the same line of thought as previous works by Andrea Juan in which the artist developed her poetics within a model which explores the semantics of the accident, the emergency and the catastrophe in different contexts. This new production pushes the limits of her strategy of communication and generates a more profound involvement in the spectator, this time within the center of the scene. The work aims to confront the visitor with his own destruction, caused by the violent action of gigantic fracturing ice masses, and furious uncontrolled volumes of water released in an unbounded magnificence. The spectator finds himself unexpectedly on the screen, the silhouette of his body appears isolated and projected on the screens amongst the millennial glaciers, while new images are constantly created with the arrival of new visitors. We are immersed in a complex system of four simultaneous projections of different videos, which includes the floor we are treading on, and which mobilizes a fascinating, vertiginous and also disturbing experience. Suddenly we find ourselves part of a sublime space which is in a state of collapse; its fracturing comes from its very interior, and its disintegration stands as a metaphor for the subject as creator of an inhospitable universe which furthers dissolution of itself and of its environment.
The work examines the contemporary subject, confronted by his own self and his surroundings, generating emotions of great intensity, which cannot escape a critical reading of the experience. The clues laid down by Getting over require the reformulation of an active spectator. In this project the themes of reception and performance are combined in the ludic and questioning act of the spectator-participant in a complex aesthetic experience.
The mise en abîme of the subject produces at the same time the mise en abîme of the state of reality. The reality of the spectator who enters the exhibition room blends, by means of technology, with his virtual reality, as protagonist in a projection in which he watches himself, watching the scene in which he is included.
The work moves and elicits the most primal emotions, the most ancient fears in accordance with the great age of the physical space in which the scene plays out. An unthinkable fear of the death of everything living, a terror of endless, unlimited and absolute chaos, well up before the fury unleashed by a Nature which is mortally wounded and which assumes power in order to destroy itself.
"“Man projects his desire into infinity, and only feels pleasure when he can imagine that that has no end. But as the human mind is not able to conceive of infinity, indeed, it withdraws, frightened, before the very idea, it has no option but to content itself with the indefinite, with sensations, which, as they merge into one another, create the impression of limitlessness, which is illusory but nevertheless agreeable." Italo Calvino