I spit, he spit, we spit. Yes, yes, I spit. Just spit, that's all. And I'm going to spit as long as there's enough spit. We're going to stand on this position until the last drop of spit. Without much explanation, we will act in a somewhat spitting way. The soap group held a conference live from the basement of a Moscow house, for the viewers of the Teremok exhibition. The live broadcast spit out some of the most important issues our cultural identity lives on. Spitting is perceived by many as a gesture of marking territory, but how much effort, saliva and time must be expended to stake out such an immense area. Children's cruel games of "this is my tea, I spit in it" have crossed over into the field of culture as well. It's mine, and I have the right to do what I want with it. The spit, as a tool of short-term memory, has become a memorial spit like a plaque. The MILO group has drawn the boundary with the viewer across the television transmitter (TV) screen similar to what other "high-ranking spitters" do. Viewer, excuse us for literally addressing this subject, the spit committed on live television is addressed to you, because you are just like us. You can spit on our work with full confidence and a sense of accomplishment. Already your caustic spit is coming up, and you'd be absolutely right. The viewer and you will feel better and cleaner at heart. And cleansing is our goal and we have no other goal. From the online performance "Memorial Plaque" there are two pictures left, taken by an author unknown to me, I thank him and post these images on our website.
Happiness is the road between home and work. Lots of soap and mechanical labor, built on the contrast of the sculptural group of Pipe and Igloo - it is not a model and at the same time and not a scale of 1 to 1 . Brickwork is applied construction, it is only a narrow range among the eternal values of the human House-Work. It is a route from which there is no way out. There is no alternative. Work is needed to get Home, Home is needed to rest in it from Work and to live. It takes Work to live. Starting from arch-typical temporary housing, the motif of non-authentic architecture of nomadic settlements, which became to some extent the author's mark of Mario Merz, a representative of Italian Arte Povera, here intersects with the motif of non-authentic industrial functional architecture of the industrialization period. Architecture in its two manifestations of different functions - dwelling and production - there is nothing else. Except for the "unorganized" space between them, and so in this space we find the presence of a certain freedom of "field of choice," the guarantee of which is the "temporary absence" of both Point A and Point B.