Mobius is pleased to present a new group show, a story told by many voices – that of both, well established, and emerging Romanian artists: Ana Bănică, Claudia Brăileanu, Mihaela Buhaev, Norbert Filep, Andrei Gamarț, Bianca Mann, Alina Marinescu, Răzvan Năstase, Vlad Olariu, Lea Rasovszky, Roman Tolici – all brought together by curator Ioana Ciocan.
Out of the Blue is an invitation to reflect upon the limits of reality.
Linguistically, the very meaning of this expression is all of a sudden, out of nothing.
Visually, blue is one o the most present color in our day to day life, but that happens only in the man-created world. In nature, blue is actually a rarity and, many times, just an optical illusion created by the reflection of light.
Connecting the dots between the meaning of words and the appearance of image, we come to a simple conclusion: We are out of the blue! We open our eyes and here it is.
Everything. Every moment, every day, over and over again, from the beginning till the end – which we call death, but it might as well be named the ultimate bullshit. It doesn’t matter.
Rules, games, sounds, colors, shapes, light, darkness, feelings, similarities, everything is different, everything is the same, everything is beautiful, absurd and grotesque, everything is fair, everything is a fuck-up. We got it all. We name each element. We make up instructions. We follow and then create new sets of instructions. We play the game.
We strive for meaning. Whatever falls outside the meaning drives us crazy, leaves us puzzled, without direction, scared to death. There is no meaning? We create the meaning! We never give up. It’s got to be something there. It’s about faith. It’s about money. It’s about love, hate, and everything in between. It’s about power. It’s about resilience. It’s about values.
What is valuable?
Money, houses, knowledge, gold, tulip bulbs, coffee, pepper, oil, shiny cars, plastic youth, immortality, a toilet when you’re stuck in the subway and you really have to go, respect, words, family, future, history, the soft touch of a hand on a shoulder.
Failure in gripping the essence. Do it again. Next generation. Error. Reboot and reload.
…and we continue to be. Out of the blue.