the myth of yearning never ends, performance by predrag pajdic with anthony thévenoux

Two figures sit either side of a table, cut flowers in a vase providing the only splash of colour. One figure sits blindfolded, his face covered with many pairs of wings arranged as a mask that doesn’t see. The second figure impeccably dressed in a dinner suit wearing a crown also made of birds’ wings, watches him. Each of them sits motionless for two hours. A small black briefcase is beside the watcher and wings rest on side stools. Beneath the brightly coloured flowers upon the table, are discarded snake skins. This setting in its viewing, in its blindness, single light illuminating, challenges to wonder whether it is a metaphor for heaven or hell? Or perhaps this is purgatory, the waiting and stillness of the two men, ticking like time, beating like the intermittent sound of the heartbeat that rings through the space, in parts.

After two hours, to the sounds of flapping wings, the watcher stands and taking a large pair of scissors cuts through the collar of the other’s shirt then violently rips it open to expose the blindfolded figure’s back. The powerful dominance gives way to surgical intervention; he uses a needle and thread to stitch into the skin between the shoulder blades, and attaches the wings which have been waiting.

Now, exposed with newly acquired wings, the blindfolded figure doesn’t begin to move until the watcher stands before him. Tenderly, as the wind blows life into the sail of a boat, the watcher breathes life into this fallen angel.

Uncoordinated, like a child who has just discovered how to walk, the angel, struggles to ascend, awkwardly captured by the spell of the song which is being sung by the watcher who walks away. As he pushes away from his seat, limbs learning to move, arms spread out to keep his balance, all he has to follow is the sound of a voice, moving away.

Each note becomes his strength as his eyesight cannot help him navigate the distance. Precariously he moves across the floor, focusing on each step taken on unsteady legs but gains strength, yearning to follow the watcher, until an exit out behind closed doors leaves the viewer to wonder whether having been a witness to the end of something or the resurrection of another. Has the dead been brought back to life? Is the work of the psychopomp no longer needed in the shadows of new life, new hope and the yearning that love instils?

The Myth Of Yearning Never Ends
Performance by Predrag Pajdic with Anthony Thévenoux
Taxidermy by Mathieu Miljavac
And the original music score by Benjamin Gibert
2 March 2013 from 3 – 5.30pm
Wrong Weather Gallery, Porto, Portugal
The exhibition Fallen From Grace, Risen From Man
by Predrag Pajdic with Mathieu Miljavac continues until the 23rd of March 2013

Images of the performance by Benjamin Gibert, 2013
Text: © J L Nash, 2013


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  1. bello

  2. Othon Mataragas March 5th, 2013 - 10:58 am

    Incredible imagery and concept. Beautiful…

  3. terrifyingly profound. How I would have loved to have been there and entered the trance that I am sure it must have induced.