Mirror, 2015performative installationvideo 4.07 min with sound,subtitles of the song “Mirror” by Ardalan Sarafraz onvideo,object ca. 40x30x 20 cm, made of four paintings onpaperThe “Mirror“ is a performative installation dealing withthe aspects of hidden and somehow invisible sides ofartist’s life which are fraught with immigration issuesand searching of lost spaces between Tehran and Vienna.The performance happened in the artist’s appartment,where Hosna Darvishi covered her head withan object made of four self-portraits, groping betweenthe space of presence and imagination.The instalation Mirror consists of a projected video-performanceby Hosna Darvishi, four painted self-portraitsas an object and a video on a monitor playingthe subtitles of the song “Mirror” by Farhad Mehrad in a loop.
Spoken text of the video performance:
I don’t see, neither the sky nor the horizen. I don’t see, the lips who are talking to me. I am fine, fine... . The whole day. Thiscloudy weather... . They are living inside me. No matter where you are, no matter where you live. I return to my sorrow andthis is my daily task. It’s time to grow up. It’s time to have a mature understanding. The feeling of exile is doing nothing withyour homeland. I am waiting for somebody. This is the only window in the world, which belongs to me. Agony of separation.Colour of separation. All of a sudden, I found my self as a part of an alley of this city and became as moody as it is.I’m lost somewhere. Flying with feet in chains... . I’m lost somewhere, among book-shelves, in paintings hung on the wall,in the mass of memories. I’m lost somewhere... . Flying whith all my sorrows. I still keep going forward with my failure. Inexploring of lost spaces. City of a thousand colours. I travel with my tears. Too much of talking, too much of talking, toomuch of talking within my mind. I found that no one is inside. My feet are exhausted. I have no clue. I have no clue. Fear.Tears are secret. And the wind constantly blows. Crying doesn’t solve it. It’s not fair. I am terribly tired. In light of rain, inpure sun... . Crying doesn’t leave them in peace.What an annoying noise lives both inside and outside of me. Looking forsun. Looking for lost spaces. Inspiring by scents coming from the past... . And I picked up her shadow on the wall, and Itake it with myself everywhere I go. Yesterday the wind carried out the sun to a distance faraway. As far as I remember, Ihave lived in discrete spaces Surrounded by home, thought and heart. The time that you can not sleep more. Darkness. Ihave to take out the root from the very bottom, I have to climb up, I can not reach the sun and the light doesn’t reach mehere underneath. In spring the gardner returns again. Feeling of doing nothing... .Can it start raining? I am thinking of aroof to live. A permanent roof. A dreamy roof. Am I dreaming?
