Hollow feat. Vass Csenge + Borsos feat. Nagy Eszter + Lőrinc feat. Ppillovv + Sound: Marquetant Tamás + Molnár András
Stúdió Gallery, Budapest
16.06.2022 – 30.06
photos: Barnabás Neogrády-Kiss
Letter from the unseen specters
Here we are, lonely watchers... the ones who guard the magic portal between the glass desert and Phoenix. We just peek, peek through a hole and see if there is anyone who can escape the drones flying over the crystallized dunes. How long have we been here – like vultures on an abandoned rock? We don’t even know anymore. We just look through the pipe... And then one avatar arrives who solved the obstacle course. He signs upon entering the game starting behind the gate, over and up as over MCATBOY again.
At the front end of Phoenix, half-asleep players are cruising and waiting for someone to fish them out: bears, minotaurs, wolves, and silky pythons – all of them are us. The new coming characters can choose from our peculiarities before immersing themselves in the sweet storm of desire – a desire that feels infinite. Apparently MCATBOY likes the inventory and he injects himself deeper and deeper into the density of hallucination pixels fallen out from other characters. His body, shaken by cold and yet to be held together, is caressed by serotonin waves on the event horizon...
...until a portal in the portal opens and this new door leads to new bodies beyond.
The hungry user indiscriminately devours everything he finds there. An assemblage is being formed around himself, a jelly layer to protect and wrap the naked pile of his identities in the Paracosmos. From here, MCATBOY warms up with the fire of Phoenix. Tingling sensation and excitement sprout in the synthetic reality fractals, and melt and spread further and further away. But there is always a moment when the temperature is so high that he has to shed The Skin.
Suddenly everything will be different, and that’s all, there is only one way: out. Only those can understand this who have already been in a similar situation. However, the membrane that he has naively soldered together from borrowed attributes he leaves on the threshold. He can use it again the next time he freezes. And here comes the miracle: who would have thought that the shedded Skin would come to life as a playground for melting narratives in the hyperspace... this is the symbiogenesis of matter, the unreal, and magic.
And, by the way, how do we know what’s going on? As a result of an eclipse, we drifted a little further out in The Archive. From where we are now paralyzed we get a higher- resolution picture of how things are going. Here we are, locked in one of MCATBOY’s hyper-compressed memories, doing our job, watching and waiting for us to bleed back through the doors of the unconscious into the shared reality held together by The Skin.... to end up in new corridors leading to new desires... over and over again.
Gyula Muskovics (Hollow)
Review by Áron Lődi for Artportal: