/ untitled / on plastic and the size of lies
untitled is a video poem about buckles, fragile family relationships, conflictual territorial boundaries, and the scale of lies.
A collection of 235 buckles from the 1930s taken from the belongings of my grandmather, mather of my father, to whom I have not been very intimate, and my aunt's statement about their origin – this combination of material and immaterial facts causes incredible discomfort.
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235 pieces.
A piece of bakelite, a piece of sheet metal.
All the others made of something else, maybe thermoplastic or a urea resin. They are colorful, look like licking on the front, rough on the back.
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In the history of these plastic things the connection plays a role, the race laws and the recruitment of ethnic Germans in the Italian and Slovenian Alpine region.

