Mirror. Performative installation 2015
video 4.07 min with sound subtitles of the song “Mirror” by Ardalan Sarafraz on video object ca. 40x30x 20 cm made of four paintings on paper
The “Mirror“ is a performative installation dealing with the aspects of hidden and somehow invisible sides of artist’s life which are fraught with immigration issues and searching of lost spaces between Tehran and Vienna.
The performance happened in the artist’s appartment, where Hosna Darvishi covered her head with an object made of four self-portraits, groping between the space of presence and imagination . She speeks a personal text-collage inspired by the song “Mirror” by iranian diaspora singer Farhad Mehrad.
The instalation Mirror consists of a projected video-performance by Hosna Darvishi, four painted self-portraits as an object and a video on a monitor playing the subtitles of the song 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. This cloudy weather… . They are living inside me. No matter where you are, no matter where you live. I return to my sorrow and this 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 with your 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. In exploring of lost spaces. City of a thousand colours. I travel with my tears. Too much of talking, too much of talking, too much 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, in pure sun… . Crying doesn’t leave them in peace.What an annoying noise lives both inside and outside of me. Looking for sun. Looking for lost spaces. Inspiring by scents coming from the past… . And I picked up her shadow on the wall, and I take it with myself everywhere I go. Yesterday the wind carried out the sun to a distance faraway. As far as I remember, I have lived in discrete spaces Surrounded by home, thought and heart. The time that you can not sleep more. Darkness. I have 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 me here underneath. In spring the gardner returns again. Feeling of doing nothing… .Can it start raining? I am thinking of a roof to live. A permanent roof. A dreamy roof. Am I dreaming?