Second-hand shame or Fremdscham (also known as secondary) is the feeling of shame we experience when observing another person’s shameful actions.
The project „On the edge of civilization„ was created for the HOME 2124 exhibition and the reBonkers space in Varna.
“…hatred blackens my blood and scorches this skin which the years were powerless to tan. How prevail, under tender or rigorous judgments, over a hideous gloom and the scream of a man flayed alive?”
In his work “One must imagine Sisyphus happy” Radostin Sedevchev continues to examine such global topics as the boundaries of life and death, unique subjective concepts of the world and the way social self-determination of the individual is realized through the prism of time.
Irina Batkova
The Zeitnot* project examines 11 meeting minutes from 1982 sessions of the Club of Cultural Figures, Veliko Tarnovo. The minutes reveal the structure and way of work of the Club.
We always begin our lives in an admirable twilight. Everything that will help us later to survive our dashed hopes gathers around our first steps.
In “Non-orientable story 1 and 2”, these two textual “status”, which are practically never linked in our minds, have been presented by Radostin Sedevchev as imperceptibly merging in the form of endless Mobius spirals.
Iara Boubnova
Between 1970 and 1990 one ordinary family from Sofia takes on dozens of organized tourism trips abroad. This is evident from their extremely well-organized archive of photographs, travelogues and documents.
During the feast of the knights from the French college “St Augustin” in Plovdiv in 1939 the squares of an endless chess-board are numbered in a spiral sequence.
“The status of the object as an authentic document has already been brought into question by the strange intervention, but, according to Pierre Nora, in the culture of archiving, ‘it becomes impossible to predict what should be remembered… and everything becomes an archive’ that may be needed one day.”
Iara Boubnova
I was both calm outside and impulsive inside, in the reality and in the dream, in the statistical fact and in the unreal.
A camera trap, positioned to capture badgers living in one of western Bulgaria’s abandoned cemeteries, accidentally films a group of men taking pictures with one of the unearthed sculls.
“… we need the most powerful telescope, that of polished utopian consciousness, in order to penetrate precisely the nearest nearness.”
In 1979, Iliana V. Dimitrova participated in the V Republican Festival and Spartakiad at the Vasil Levski stadium. Iliana’s place was in block 4, row 21, place 131, this determined her exact position in the “background” of the Spartakiad.
“When I rage against the age, I can calm myself merely by thinking of what will happen, of the retrospective jealousy of those who come after us…”
If the photo is folded in half 100 times the thickness of it will be as wide as the known universe
Is a family “game” where an older male figure like the father or grandfather plants beard to his child/grandchild by rubbing his unshaved cheek to the kids face. The game does not discriminate between male and female kids where often beard is planted onto little girls.
“Instead of letting it erode us gradually, we decided to go time one better, to add to its moments our own. This new time grafted onto the old one, this time elaborated and projected, soon revealed its virulence: objectivized, it became history, a monster we have called up against ourselves…”
“I know my father’s name; I was told he was called God, but the name means nothing to me. Sometimes, at night, when I’m feeling very alone, I call to him and weep, and I imagine him as someone I could love … ”
“Shall we take refuge in the equilibrium of the mineral kingdom? Step backward over the realm dividing us from it and imitate normal stone?”
Sometimes talent has strange manifestations.
The cephalophore is a mythical figure of a saint or a demon, which holds it severed head in his arms. It is a bridge between incompatibilities, between life and death, between truth and fantasy, between the personal and the common, between transient and the eternal.
A device for remote revenge
“If you think nobody cares about you, try missing a couple of payments.”
Steven Wright
“In Radostin Sedevchev’s new project “Present Absence” the viewer is made to witness a kind of permanent yet rarely observed events truly meriting the definition – “the circle of life”.
Iara Boubnova
“The easy possibility of writing letters–from a purely theoretical point of view–must have brought wrack and ruin to the souls of the world.”
Orchidea is nineteen, she lives in Sofia and is in love with Nasko, but at the same time she loves also Traycho and naturally the love towards them is not distributed evenly. The project investigatesinto this love triangle and its manifestations written down in the diary of the girl written in 1971.
One of the main human goals consists in the act of “telling your story”. Even if it not the best story to tell, we insist that it’s heard, we have the need to write it down and sometimes even to publish it.
The project concentrates on the investigation of a text written on a fabricated postcard and more specifically, around one “Benny from Blue Hill, Maine”
The “infidelity” of memory is a new melody – from old tunes” K. Pavlov
The project evolves around an on tick notebook from a local pub/grocery store in a Bulgarian village…
Josef Lorenz was born in 1846 in Badkönigswart, Austro-Hungary. Не died on 02.11.1918 in Michelsberg bei Plan, First Czechoslovak Republic. Despite the fact that he was dead, Lorenz was baptized and proclaimed Arian in 1934 right after the Nazi regime came to power in neighboring Germany.
Fifty years where not enough for the finding of the parts marked as “Normal”…
“I take nothing with me and nothing shall I find I am tired ahead of this which i shall not find…”
“…Unfortunately I can not come to you on Monday. I am prevented by the sudden death of my brother…”
Discarded list with the names of sexual partners, each and everyone left his trace. All of which draw a portrait of the complier…
Coal is a fuel, that is mined either true open or underground mining, it is a combustible, black-brown sedimentary rock that is formed from naturally compressed peat…
I imagined what the antique heads would look like if coloured once again…