There Are No Monuments To Monuments

“A monument married a catastrophe and then died, and now catastrophe is left alone, she gets drunk and grins, she is not going anywhere.” The film opens with close-ups of the city landscape, surfaces of buildings, blurry light reflections in the puddles, fragments of Kyiv’s monuments. The split screen confronts statements of pedestrians and friends about the life of city memorials with a performative intervention of the artist climbing on the monuments. Memory is animated but also dismembered by an obsessive desire to inhabit and reappropriate the stony bodies of historical figures.