The Inuit have over 50 terms for snow. There’s the snow that sticks well into snowballs and there’s the snow which forecasts a snow-storm. In the Inuit language – as a matter of fact, similarly to any other language – a word is missing for snow of which it isn’t known that it is ‘snow’. ‘White’, ‘cold’, ‘fluffy’ ‘snow’. And it does happens that sometimes, for instance, after a volcanic eruption which has flooded the cerebral cortex, one might not know this.
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“What’s this?” “A sloth.”
“What’s this?” “A plant.”
“What’s this?” “What?” “This.” “Do you mean the air?”
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„An end is supposed to spell a beginning,” Anna Juszczak insecurely records in her notebook, a testimony of her return to the world, which due to the aphasiac lava stubbornly resists her attempts at its re-appropriation. The BADGOOD exhibition is a record of the beginning of a ‘second life’: the process of gradual regaining of thoughts, emotions and (verbal) senses. As well as encounters of the third kind, conversations with a penguins and invasions of imaginary bees.
Zofia Małysa
curators: Kamil Kuitkowski, Zofia Małysa
