an independent work in collaboration with studio tosatti & the international summer festival of arts "the access point"
<< A familiar place: a border crossing, a Pyaterochka, a Neste gas station, a tricked-out self-service car wash, normal asphalt, decent walls, the surface of the present day. But the performers lead me - the long way! - to an abandoned building, and I see: it looks like constructivism, no, "industrial architecture" of the early twentieth century, a memorial plaque "A revolutionary weaver lived in this house... She murmured in 1906...". On the staircase is a very Soviet "very colorful" poster with today's date: "Solemn concert in honor of the anniversary of Amalia Kreuzberg". Empty (empty for decades) factory dormitory rooms, on one door a sign - this is where she lived, this Amalia - and debris, scraps of old things. Where there was a canteen (or assembly hall?), a man half-turned away, bent over an accordion, is playing something wistful. I walk through these ruins, touch these railings, doors, walls, shake off the dust from my clothes. Light comes in through the broken windows. The notion of a bygone time is being conceptualized. Revolutionary. Death. Ideology. Post-Soviet devastation. The uselessness of this place. Emptiness. The Krenholm manufactory, which existed for a century and a half and was closed. Ivangorod. Ivangorod in the RSFSR and Narva in the ESSR, a city divided by a river. Past. Present. The border with Estonia. A quarantined border. Association circles from a point in space.>> Nokolaj Pesochinsky for PTJ 2021-06-22