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Olena Turyanska. Agape. Absolute love (Curatorial text)
The language we employ to talk about war is induced to be the language of lack and existential chasms, and that’s noticeable. Do you remember when we were seeking to ... -
Summary of the discussion between Olena Stiazhkina and Olesia Ostrovska-Liuta
One of the things that seemed to be very outdated and even unreal is the function of Ukraine and Ukrainian lands as what was called the granary of Europe or the ...
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Heart of Earth/ How Butterfly’s Wings are Flapping
In Greek mythology, there is a story about the founding of Athens: the gods Athena and Poseidon compete for power over the polis, offering their gifts to the ...
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The Contexts of Ukrainian Futurism. Day 2 | Synopsis of the international roundtable within the exhibition “FUTUROMARENNIA”
On October 14 and 15, 2021, Mystetskyi Arsenal hosted an International Round Table “The Contexts of Ukrainian Futurism”. The online events took place within the ...
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The Contexts of Ukrainian Futurism. Day 1 | Synopsis of the international roundtable within the exhibition “FUTUROMARENNIA”
On October 14 and 15, 2021, Mystetskyi Arsenal hosted an International Round Table “The Contexts of Ukrainian Futurism”. The online events took place ...
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Alex Fisher: «Art will always find a way to express itself»
While on Fulbright, Alex Fisher has written about developments in Ukrainian contemporary art for THIS IS BADLAND, Blok, Danarti, PIN-UP, VONO, TransitoryWhite, ...
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DOCUMENTS OF TIME: PHOTO ARCHIVE OF OLEKSANDR RANCHUKOV
“Boarding the Tram”, “Meshochniki” (Bagmen), “Asking the Way”, “Brezhnev Died” — captions on the envelopes with negatives from ...
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#ARSENALSECRETS: ARCHITECTURE OF THE EXHIBITIONS
Recently we’ve talked about #ArsenalofLight, a project to implement a complex, professional lighting system for the Mystetskyi Arsenal exhibition space. Today, I ...
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Yuliya Vaganova: The Online Tried To Catch Me, But Did Not Succeed
Yuliya Vaganova’s Blog on LB.ua A quiet morning and a kayak between the shores where no one is. I used to think that this was my self-isolation, an easy escape from ...
