展览预告｜斯坦尼斯拉娃·科瓦奇科娃：新生太阳的第一缕光

现在这轮太阳吞噬了另一颗太阳。曾经有两个太阳，比现在小得多，一个照耀东半球，另一个照耀西半球。而如今，两个半球共享这一轮，于是黑夜诞生了。

斯坦尼斯拉娃·科瓦奇科娃（Stanislava Kovalcikova）的绘画对观众的观看方式有一定的要求——观看的视线应如光线照射一般。这种直达未知终点的视线，穿越视觉的障碍，让画布表面与视线产生共振。

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The sun ate the second sun; there used to be two, two much smaller suns, one to shine on each hemisphere – east and west. Now there is only one sun that both hemispheres have to share, and hence, night.

Stanislava Kovalcikova’s paintings make a certain demand upon the viewer – namely, a vision that acts as light. A vision that can flow through obstacles, till arriving at a final destination that is undefined; that is resonant upon the surface.

且：表层总是又被超越的风险。地下远有更多的层次。与太阳不同，地球层层叠叠——它的外壳是历史与地质学交汇的地方。画作亦应如是，为此，绘制一幅画总是需要很久才能完成。荷包蛋一样的乳房，天色转为暗红，远亲沉入海底，而在岸边，斑驳的碎金色调暗示着梁柱将倾，勉强支撑着我们的重量，但最终仍不免失足堕落——挣扎着坠落。环顾四周，俯仰皆风景——某种观看的范式及权力显露：风景里满是人，皆已跌下神坛，被谪贬为人类，争相将栖居于内心的动物形态外现。一个洞角峥嵘的女人，挺立在她刚驯服的公牛背上——欧罗巴难以征服。她脸上流下金色汗珠，渗到砖墙上，身体向着虚空攀升。所有的绘画都是镜映的空间，逼迫我们审视自己的野兽本性，同时反观内在的自我。悸动的情绪占据上风——来来回回，从当下的平面过渡到一个我们视觉未至的领域：逃避是这种对抗的本质。科瓦奇科娃描绘了能用耳朵听见的光。微观宇宙的碎片化扩大，暴露了那些无心的叙事漏洞，里面装的正是我们自己梦境的投影碎片。

而那个欲求不满的太阳，总有一天得吐出她胃里没能消化完全的双胞胎恒星。到那时，我们将不得不学会用这些未经折射的光斑去看待世界。

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And: always a risk that that surface will be transcended. What lies beneath: more surface. Unlike the sun, the earth is all layers – its encrustations that place where history meets geology. A painting should match that process, and that’s why it takes so long to happen. Fried egg forms a breast, suddenly the sky is red, a distant relative drowns in the sea, and upon the shore, patches of mottled gold infer a supporting structure of decay that endures enough, through its flawed substance, to support and uphold us, despite our fallings – our flailings. Everywhere you might look, it all becomes a landscape – the power of a certain measured mode of looking – peopled by de-mythologized human creatures morphing outwardly into the animals that reside within. Here comes a woman having sprouted horns, riding high upon the bull she has managed to conquer – Europa unvanquished. Face leaking gold sweat onto the brickwork, body eating its way into the sky’s machinery. All paintings have a reflective surface, forcing you to look within while studying these monstrous projections of an externalized self. The sensation of movement pre-occupies – back-and-forth, from the present plane to a zone that just escapes our view: evasion is the nature of this confrontation. Kovalcikova paints a light that you can hear. Fragmentation of micro universes enlarged to expose those happenstance narrative vulnerabilities that are but dreamspeck projection-shards of our own.

The sun, whorish in her appetites, will one day puke the undigested remnants of her eaten twin. Then we will have to learn how to see with all those new flecks of unrefracted light.