Visibility is a trap, 2022

Visuals used in the exhibition, 2022

Video includes text, sound and visuals by Klara Kusa, 3 mins, 35 secs, 2022

Outside, Tyrsovo nabrezie: (left): A poster wall, wooden plates, swing construction, 2x2metres, posters with various designs, spray paint, QR code in the middle letting the people that walk around the area to see the video explaining the project
Exhibition view, T3 – kulturny prostriedok, Bratislava, 2022

Inside the T3 tram (right): site specific installation including materials like tape, pieces of destroyed posters, green screen, video is projected on green screen fabric on loop via projector
Exhibition view, T3 – kulturny prostriedok, Bratislava, 2022

The idea of this project is to create a never ending paradox. The statementsof the posters are in a direct opposition to the video presented right next to these sentences. Pro- and anti-capitalist statements are mixed together and create a fusion dealing with topics such as shaming, visibility on social networks and censorship. The name of the project “Visibility is a trap” is a sentence quoted from the book “Discipline and Punish” by Michel Foucault. The project is open towards multiple interpretations and is not finite. The posters presented will be for sale on multiple websites allowing the paradoxical statements to grow even further.

For the opening of the exhibition Visibility is a trap, I decided to use two spots that were presented to me, one outside the tram at Tyrsovo nabrezie and the other one, inside the tram. The site-specific installation was available only for the opening and consisted of the video presented on the carved green screen. The opening of the exhibition involved my performance of putting another layer of posters on the wall outside the tram and disturbing one of the DJs with my beloved DJ set skills even though I have never even touched a DJ set. I was basically creating sounds not knowing what I was doing. The set was therefore based on two opposite elements, disturbance and cooperation.

Skins I live in, 2022

Photographs used in the final exhibition, 2022

Photographs printed on fine art paper
Plaster masks of author’s face installed in space
Exhibition view, Prasna Basta, 2022

Skin. Its paradoxical non-existence. Nakedness. The pain that stems from the absence of skin. Identity. The inability to define oneself. This is the basis of the diagnosis called emotionally unstable personality disorder. When thinking about the terms “skin” and “identity”, I decided to shoot my own photographic film. Every photography creates an authentic scene. When put together, the pieces create a story of its own. A professor Marsha Linehan, that created a therapeutic approach for treating the aforementioned emotional instability once wrote: “People with BPD are like people with third degree burns over 90% of their bodies. Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.” Maybe that is why I use autotherapy as a way out of this pain. Maybe, I am able to create such art due to this pain.

minor anesthesia won’t hurt anyone, 2021

Photographs used in the final exhibition, close-up, 2021

Photographs, collage, fine art paper
Exhibition view, Pistori palace, 2021

I was given this body and I am going to deal with the pain of having this body. Therefore, I am peeling my skin of, tearing myself apart, crying it out loud, taking baths in the fake blood. I am realizing that having a relationship with my computer is easier, I do not have to deal with real people. Real people scare me, I guess it is too much of a 3D experience for me. Open your eyes to understand me (or do not, up to you), minor anesthesia would not hurt you.

my eyes will break through, spewing forth like a, 2021

Visuals used in zine, 2022

Self-published zine, digital and analogue photographs and collages, appropriated and author’s texts, 2021

When peripheral vision is lost, we are all lost. Aren’t we? Or is it that in this moment we can finally see something? I suffer from the loss of peripheral vision and yet, I am an artist and a photographer. When looking for the cause of my vision problem, doctors told me I have a cyst of an unknown origin that is pressing on my pituitary gland. Some doctors claimed it is Rathke’s Cleft Cyst, some said it is benign tumor. It took me a long time to deal with this. Because by dealing with this, I had to deal with death that is constantly present in my life. The title of the artwork was taken from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

I am drowning in negativism, self-hate, doubt, madness and even I am not strong enough to deny the routine, the rote, to simplify. No, I go plodding on, afraid that the blank hell in back of my eyes will break through, spewing forth like a dark pestilence; afraid that the disease which eats away the pith of my body with merciless impersonality will break forth in obvious sores and warts, screaming “Traitor, sinner, imposter.”

Sylvia Plath