Damir Ocko
17 Oct 2012 - 11 Feb 2013
DAMIR OČKO
THE KINGDOM OF GLOTTIS
17 October 2012 - 11 February 2013
With “The Kingdom of Glottis”, Damir Ocko invites us to explore the twists and turns of language and the ways in which speech can be poetically generated by the neurophysiologic system. To that end, he presents a video trilogy made of The Moon shall never take my Voice (2010), We saw nothing but the uniform blue of the Sky (2012) et SPRING (2012), the latter especially produced for this exhibition. Constituting their graphic counterpart, a set of drawings, poems and collages complement these videos in which sound occupies a prominent place. In his “score drawings”, he plays with sound and creates a formal equivalent for them, using ricochets, leitmotivs and perforations. Here, he transforms the space into a full-scale musical score, made up of elements of varying sizes.
Damir Ocko’s works are part of a constellation of ideas at once dense, melancholic and poetic, where the individual elements call and respond to one another, like a soundscape at the edge of the imagination, between hope and oblivion, between reality and fiction.
THE KINGDOM OF GLOTTIS
17 October 2012 - 11 February 2013
With “The Kingdom of Glottis”, Damir Ocko invites us to explore the twists and turns of language and the ways in which speech can be poetically generated by the neurophysiologic system. To that end, he presents a video trilogy made of The Moon shall never take my Voice (2010), We saw nothing but the uniform blue of the Sky (2012) et SPRING (2012), the latter especially produced for this exhibition. Constituting their graphic counterpart, a set of drawings, poems and collages complement these videos in which sound occupies a prominent place. In his “score drawings”, he plays with sound and creates a formal equivalent for them, using ricochets, leitmotivs and perforations. Here, he transforms the space into a full-scale musical score, made up of elements of varying sizes.
Damir Ocko’s works are part of a constellation of ideas at once dense, melancholic and poetic, where the individual elements call and respond to one another, like a soundscape at the edge of the imagination, between hope and oblivion, between reality and fiction.