The subject of the exposition therefore transcends the practices as such to the singularity of perception they reveal. The principle of careful and sensitive listening of the situation, which the artists inculcate in the group, allows performer-mediators to maintain commonality of intentions while living through these practices together with the exhibition visitors. Care sprouts up like a mutual feature, being stimulated by a multimodal way of the practices transmission —a soft process where what is said is as equally important as the way the said comes into being: with its speed, intonation, momentum, and source.
When the division of perception into modalities —hearing, sight, and touch— is so profoundly institutionalized, any attempt of mixing these modalities (what I call multimodal) is marked by excess of the habitual frameworks ---. It falls into the category of «hard to explain» and «you better try», thus a priori limiting the possibilities of objective, external, and shared, reflection. The search for categories that would allow the entire variety of alternative perceptions and interpretations, generated by the (Mis)reader’s Guide to be captured has driven my attention to dance experience. Not the dance, which is recognised as a style, but a dance, which has no name yet, which happens in real time.
The feeling of depth, for me, is the heart to heart connection with a human. When at some stage you start feeling that someone is no longer unimportant to you, that you have become close enough, you start worrying about them, start sharing their joys, or, contrarily, sorrows. The concept of otherness doesn’t exist for me a priori, i.e. if someone comes to me, or has happened to be here, they are no longer “other” in relation to me. It’s not about friendship at all though. I have enough friends, and the exhibition’s goal is different from making friends. It is about an internal experience, the opening of a new channel. When the opening of oneself is successful, it has more of a psychic trip or a shaman’s ritual to it. Most likely, we won’t see all these people in the future—but I’m going to keep a bit of them with myself, and we are not strangers to each other anymore.—Liza Vladimirova