Practica artistică a Leei Rasovszky este la bază profund socială, personajele sale sunt oamenii care scapă printre crăpături, greu de băgat în categorii, personaje cu numeroase ecosisteme interioare și exterioare. Lea Rasovszky este o artistă pasionată de periferii, oameni speciali, subiecte controversate, desene animate și manele. Câteodată separat, uneori de toate odată. Militează, provoacă și dezbate clișee sociale românești, Lea face parte din categoria artiștilor care susțin această relaxare și deschidere a artei contemporane față de toate subiectele lumii. Flowers Growing Out of My Chest este un proiect care sondeaza efectele elementelor culturale imateriale asupra spiritului și corpului și caută să înteleaga felul în care renunțăm la constructe sociale și ne conectam la un puls comun, al celorlalți, al modului în care se contureaza un regn, fie el și temporar, simțind că aparțimen unui alt sistem, ce exista în mod poetic și paralel cu cel social, deseori restrictiv și insuficient.
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Plan Lucrări
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5-7 desene de mari dimensiuni (aprox 120 x 120 cm) cu înrămari custom-made din profil de fier brut și sticlă antireflex.
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PAST PROJECTS | 2020 - 2019
Lea RasovszkyOde To My Left Hand
(part of BRUIAJ, 2020, Art Encounters Foundation, curator Diana Marincu)
This project is about the impossibility of doing things wrong if staying on a predictable course. Starting with 2016, I switched from my right hand, trained in fine arts, predictable, trustworthy, to my left hand, never used, wild, incapable of doing things the way I always have, a force with a mind of its own. I was looking to sabotage my usual way of doing things and to set free a more savage side that I had no control over. An ongoing series of drawings started to emerge, am ever growing series, that is an undercurrent to my main projects. These drawing represent me at my purest and unknown self.
It is exactly what it is, it roams freely, it is ill-mannered and unapologetic.
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BRUIAJ
Michele Bressan, Lea Rasovszky, Larisa Sitar
Curator: Diana Marincu
The exhibition BRUIAJ, the third episode in the series of collaborations between the artists Michele Bressan, Lea Rasovsky, and Larisa Sitar, bears witness to a generation solidarity that sets the frame for a dialogue developed naturally, spanning a long period of time.
BRUIAJ focuses on exploring the topography of memory unfolding raw images, atavistic and enigmatic visions of personal and collective histories, never processed till their deepest layer. Residues lurking in these folds disturb even the clearest of the stories. This disturbance forces the path of visual experience to multiple detours, diversions and surprises stemming from themes such as the aesthetics of the private space, the everyday eeriness, funeral rites, military arsenal, ruin, and disappearance.
On the one hand, the artworks of the three artists bring to the fore the innocence of discovering, with genuine curiosity, the inner and outer world, on the other, they let the door open for fiction to set in and build its own version of reality, “enhanced” by 3D modelling or excessive adornment. In between irony and melancholy, the works reflect the artists’ concern for the relationship between a false antiquity necessary for embedding in collective mythologies, including those of the artistic act, and the updated references to personal landmarks, describing their attitude in relation to the passing of time and to history. The “mess” the artists create influence the overall vibe, sometimes intimate and familiar, sometimes harsh and abrasive, of a space outlined by drawings, installations, bas-relief, and in-situ interventions. -
Violence Is A Girl's Name
curator: Marta Fišerová Cwiklinski
I am not wild,
I am wilderness itself.
I am up high on the highest branch of a leafless tree I am its strange flower, no pollen, just nail polish.
My slender limbs dangle above turquoise waters, I speak blue better than anyone. If i should fall, it would turn into flight.
I am the paradox of spring and of violence.
Lea Rasovszky 2019 -
Criers
We still do not understand emotions as common ground, as meeting places. We need a good cry. A sob that will fix everything. But we have to do it together. It is really not going to work if we both run to our rooms and play our secret depressing music and never ever talk about this. No. We have to face it that we have problems and that we’re in this together. Let’s just be here and allow ourselves this moment of being torn apart together. Of seeing our faces contort into strange grimaces. Let’s be totally unsexy together. I have never seen water coming out of your eyes and I have always wondered what color it is and what it tastes like.
Is it weird that I want to taste your tears?
