This is the final week of wani toaishara’s 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓈 at the Fiona and Sidney Myer Gallery.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓈 presents new body of work by wani toaishara who explores care, survival and the everyday as a site of rapture.
“These are not grand scenes but accumulations of gestures, that together, form a grammar of staying alive.” – wani toaishara in his interview with curator David Sequeira. The full interview is available on our website 🌐
📸 Photo documentation by Christopher Crocker
(english below)
„Requiem” to instalacja złożona z 51 arkuszy papieru nutowego umieszczonych na pulpitach. Każdy arkusz upamiętnia jedną z ofiar zamachów na meczety w Christchurch - u dołu widnieje imię i nazwisko, centralne pole zajmuje czarny kwadrat z filcu.
Powtarzalność formy buduje rytm przywołujący zapis muzyczny, który jednak pozostaje niemy. Filc odsyła zarówno do cielesności i odczucia („feel”), jak i do odniesień symbolicznych - Kaaby oraz Czarnego Kwadratu.
Pomiędzy zapisem a jego wyciszeniem powstaje napięcie - przestrzeń żałoby, pamięci i kontemplacji.
David Sequeira
Requiem
instalacja
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“Requiem” is an installation composed of 51 sheets of musical score paper placed on music stands. Each sheet commemorates one of the victims of the Christchurch mosque shootings — a name appears at the bottom, while the central field is occupied by a black felt square.
The repetition of form creates a rhythm reminiscent of musical notation, which remains silent. Felt evokes both corporeality and sensation (“feel”), as well as symbolic references — the Kaaba and the Black Square.
Between notation and its silencing, a tension emerges — a space of mourning, memory, and contemplation.
David Sequeira
Requiem
installation
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📷 Justyna Ben Amara (1-3, 5-6)
I have been blessed with many amazing uncles. Uncle Charlie of Mumbai is no exception. He has always been a gentle presence and an insightful observer with a smile that melts my heart ❤️
India is always splendid and confronting. It’s hard to shake the tears and the history out of my body. The MCH is a modest establishment and I am honoured to eat in this place of resilience.
