Irena
Bekić Zagreb, December 2010 |
For the project by Andreja Kuluncic "Commercialisation of History" |
"Greetings
from Korčula"
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Andrea Feldman starts her collection of interviews with historians “Looking Historically“ with a sentence of George Malcolm Young: “In order to understand a certain period, we have to read until we hear people speaking to us”(1). It seems to me that the same sentence might be placed at the beginning of an essay about the work of Andreja Kulunčić. It is as if the British historian had summarised in it the artist’s point of view and strategies. Indeed, whatever she does, whatever problem she delves into, Andreja Kulunčić carefully reads off the strata that have accumulated around the object of her interest and handles and resolves it always in relation to people. One of her artistic strategies is listening to people talking. She quite often dons camouflage to slink in to everyday situations and in conversation with people illuminates a problem, empowers them so that they can see it, shift their perspective and think critically. The Commercialisation of History was a five-day-long action during which at the entrance of the old town of Korčula, among the existing stalls, she sold souvenirs to holidaymakers. These were souvenirs that she had made herself by appliquéing Articles from the old Korčula Statute in Croatian, English, Czech, French and German to cheap items from China (hour glasses, little wooden houses on wheels, blow-up maces, angels, beach-bags, T-shirts and the like). The price of a souvenir was expressed not in money but in the number of questions a potential buyer had to answer, that is, in the time spent in thinking and in conversation with the artist about the commercialisation of history, about mass-market tourism and the attitude of Korčula people to their city and community, now and once. This work
is grounded on a consideration of how history is represented when it is
yoked to needs of the tourist industry. Is the historical heritage a part
of the equity of that industry? What kind of an image of the self – of
the town, the city, the nation – is offered to the rivers of curious tourists,
inquisitive travellers and leisured trippers under whose travelling shoes
the image of the world is being transformed? Running
down the answers to such questions, Andreja Kulunčić talks with her purchasers
– the inhabitants and guests of holiday-making Korčula. She asks whether
they feel welcome in the town; what irritates them, what makes them feel
good; what they think about the tourist product; what about the hosts;
what Korčula people think about their town and relationships with their
fellow townspeople, what kind of attitude they have to the tradition and
so on. As point of departure for the conversation, the artist provides
a souvenir inspired by a Korčula heritage item of outstanding merit: the
old Statute of the town and the island, the oldest legal monument on the
Adriatic, and chronologically the second among the Slav people at all.
It was most likely written in 1214, the main body of it deriving from
1265 together with statutory provisions, editions and reforms from at
the latest 1455. Andreja Kulunčić wrote out some of the articles of the
Statute on appropriate objects (3). Reading them,
in the legal dispositions we discover the forms of sociality and the manner
of life in medieval Korčula that today tell of the care for tradition
and the community. We can easily imagine the preoccupations and concerns
of the forebears of the Korčula people. And we are a little jealous for
from the perspective of our own time and space marked by morality so severely
vitiated at the institutional level, we can recognise the ethics of the
medieval Korčula man as something that we have lost, and that is yet peremptorily
needful for us. The speeches of our medieval ancestors and our contemporaries
– local people and tourists merge in the harbour; they all speak of their
own time, of the relations with other people and places in which they
live and through which they pass. The old Korčula people speak through
the articles of their law; the tourists talk of their habits of travelling
and comment on the hosts, their kindness, the expense, what is available;
the locals speak about themselves, the tourists, the impact of mass tourism
on the life of the city, the mistakes and the potentials, as well as of
their predecessors, whose life, and their heritage, can be read off from
the parts of the Statute presented. Cities along the coast are dotted with stands with series of the same sunglasses, beach towels, T shirts, slippers, decorative candles, plastic jewellery, light-up toys around which the tourists flock during their evening promenades. Set up in despite of the planning principles of the old city centres (for the sake of rapid filling of the city cashbox) they regularly abbreviate the vistas and take away the views of the historical facades and features of interest. Andreja Kulunčić inserts herself into this situation for five evenings, during which she sells souvenirs and talks with the people. The stalls under the city walls are a natural stage setting for her work, a place of reference that she is going to lay bare. But she doesn’t labour the point, rather amusingly joins objects and articles from the Statute. For example, written on a stand for wine with a bottle of wine from the island is a provision forbidding the import of wine from foreign parts under pain of a 25 perper (4) fine, though for household use the amount of one firkin may be imported. A little angel tells of blasphemy, the punishment for which is being tied a whole day to a pillar, while on a jack-in-a-box it says that a house in the city that is abandoned can be given to anyone who wants to live in it and reconstruct it, and so on. In this dual articulation of content, the subtlety that marks the tactics of Andreja Kulunčić is limned. The serious business of drawing attention to history, people and tradition is channelled here through the casual chat on the scale of a summer pastime. This makes the work fun and easy to get through, and confirms the author of it as an artist whose ego always discreetly withdraws so as to leave space for the people who are talking to be heard. (1)
Andrea Feldman, Looking Historically, Zagreb, 2007
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