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Solo exhibition competition, June 2016

 

 

Winner (juror's choice):

 

Nancy Oliveri (USA): American Dreams

Exhibition dates: June 30 – July 26, 2016

 

Please visit Nancy's exhibition page here.

 

 

Honourable mentions: 

 

Gábor Bácsfai (Hungary): Underground

Niki Boon (New Zealand): Childhood in the Raw

Mirna Pavlovic (Croatia): Dulcis Domus

 

Please click on the names for the galleries. (Bios, artist statements, and juror's reviews are coming soon).

Gábor Bácsfai

Underground
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Niki Boon

Childhood in the raw
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Niki Boon

 

Born in North Island of New Zealand, I was originally trained as a Physiotherapist and spent 6 years working both in New Zealand and the UK. It was when I stopped working after my second child that I rekindled a passion for photography.

My current project was born from the desire to document our family’s days as we pursue an alternative education and lifestyle in our rural environment.

I am a mother of four currently based in Marlborough, New Zealand


Website: www.nikiboonphotos.com

 

 

Artist statement

 

We live a simple life in rural New Zealand, my children are alternatively educated and live without TV or modern electronic devises, a lifestyle that may seem unconventional to some, but I am here to celebrate the magical place I choose to live with my family.

I document their days, together, in an environment full of nature and uninhibited play. I photograph as  physical record of their childhood, life as it is… the real …but also as a reflection of a childhood rooted deep in my own past …a most sincere place of freedom.. a childhood I now pass on to my own children. Although deeply personal I believe that others will also connect to some aspect of their own childhood…  

I believe my children are right where they belong covered in mud , running and living through nature.

They belong here wild and free and earth connected in a way where the landscape begins and there little souls end.

 

Text and photography by Niki Boon.

 

Mirna Pavlovic

Dulcis Domus
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Mirna Pavlovic

 

Mirna Pavlovic (1989, Croatia) is a photographer and writer. A storyteller with a severe case of restlessness.

Her quest for the abandoned, the forgotten and the derelict has led her all over Europe – fuelled by the desire and a desperate yearning to break out of prescribed norms of moving through an urban environment. But most of all, that same quest is one of identity, tirelessly seeking to find out the reasons behind the urge to explore, in places where the past, the present and the future collide, merge and form a reality of their own.

Her work has so far been shown as part of several group exhibitions, most notably at Moscow International Foto Awards 2016 (winner), Rovinj Photodays 2016 (finalist), in the PH21 Gallery in Budapest (honourable mention), at Zagreb Salon, an international photography competition, and Artichoke festival in Zagreb. Last year she was invited to talk about her project at the Open Show, organized by Organ Vida, Balkan’s most prestigious photography festival.

In addition to her photography, she was a writer for “Between Nowhere & Never – Photographs of Forgotten Places”, a photography book by Reginald Van de Velde, released worldwide. She continuously writes and publishes short stories to accompany her photographs. 

Artist statement

Abandoned spaces dot the cityscape like blind spots, existing in temporal incongruities they themselves produce. Theirs is a different reality than our own. They are never truly dead, yet never really alive. Precariously treading along the border between life and death, decay and growth, the seen and the unseen, the past and the present, abandoned places confusingly encompass both at the same time, thus leaving the ordinary passer-by overwhelmed with both attraction and revulsion. An uncertainty of what to do, a discrepancy between the wish to look away and the unconscious desire to step into them.

As public space becomes privatized and the restriction of movement in urban environments increases, there is an overwhelming encouragement to avert the gaze. Not to wonder. Not to wander. The world is structured to guide us, with traffic lights, road crossings, paths and fences, designated areas for play, work, death. Crossing the border of imposed restrictions means to purposefully go against ingrained beliefs, to breach a loose social contract held together by a fear of punishment and a comfortable status quo. We become bold, but timid. Eager, yet unwanting. Frozen in that one moment that seems as long as life itself, a moment of perpetual decision-making that gives birth to no decision at all.

In the end, the acts of transgression and trespassing into abandoned spaces become equally as incongruous in nature as the spaces being explored. Wandering off the path, like the abandonments, becomes in itself an act that is both invisible and increasingly present. Both suppressed and flourishing. It becomes a desperate cry against the discouragement to see and experience, a cry for freedom in a world where everything is prescribed, regulated and expected.

The homeless, the drug addict, the metal thief, the graffiti vagabond – these become our sisters and brothers in a self-imposed exile. To find a new home, we claim the ones that were once called by that name, reappropriating not only the structure itself but their own personal histories as well. In an almost carnevalesque manner, they become sites of our own search for context, meaning and definition. These homes become grotesquely revitalized, but remain within their own reality. In turn, we become vehicles of disparity, embodying and assimilating the otherness and the radical alterity offered by abandonments. 

 

Text and photography by Mirna Pavlovic.

 

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