Wasted Generation: freedom in borderlines

Welcome to the Wasted Pavilion:


Rita Caterpillar (Paris, France),

Anna Sodaz (Abu Dhabi, UAE)

& Kristina Koleda in a framework of D.U.S.T. archival project.

a brief novel of the exploration of a niche, extra-institutional, weird, anonymous and radical art that is abundantly present but unfairly under-spoken.
Following the traditions of the Biennale, we would have to introduce you to individual artists operating in the field of the digital genre.
But is it possible to correctly convey the work of the author, in isolation from his life, context and inevitable ecosystem? Or to split the virtual and real, imaginary and objective? We find it hard and unfair, so Dig It All.

We’ll make it Wrong: no traditions, classifications, labels, limits, boundaries and borderlines. In the world of a shaky future [which may not come at all], boundaries and any classifications have already become life-threatening, it's time to dive into Lives themselves. It's time to look into the inherent sense.

Let it be a nonfiction Novel. Written today - about the heroes, who are literally living next door. Elusive and accessible. Unforgettable and unknown. No time for the future to look into the past - no nostalgic biographies or art studies. Digital technologies allow us to do this. Go Now!
Prehistory of the search
not a ride but an adventure
Roaming flaming vibe of infamous Kyiv Nyzhnoiurkivska St. and Odessa crash pad between classes
Odesa Conceptualism
you have reached your destination
behind the curtains of the Capital Of Arts
This absurd prelude shows us the deep connection and importance to follow the current scene, this laboratory of meanings, which is often quite better than any newsfeed at depicting sharp social issues and impending political transformations.
Prehistory of the search
"At the "480 km" mark of the UKRANIAN-RUSSIAN BORDER, the conductor carrying the parcel was struck by indescribable panic. Up to this moment it is not clear what caused the PARANOID MOOD of the conductor: the contents of the parcel, the voice of the universe or the fear of BIG BROTHER, but he confidently took on the ROLE OF DIVINE CENSOR. Thus, under the sound of the train wheels, the accusatory decision of the cca of the same name was put into action, and the DIY-samizdat archive was plucked, gutted and sent into free flight, like PROPAGANDA. Apparently, the conductor had already faced the dilemma of burning manuscripts, [...] therefore he chose the SPEEDING EXPRESS TRAIN WINDOW as the way to dispose of printing and music heritage."
The attempt to trace and present to the world the legacy that has unfolded in all its splendor before the eyes of curators over the past ten years has failed. The 30 kg archive of underground art, torn to shreds and gutted at the border, soaked by two weeks of rain and covered in mold, was found and hand-assembled in a matter of hours. The exhibition of international diy-culture in Odesa did not take place. But it turned into a series of large festivals-panopticons called "480 KM", where more than 100 artists found their place - with lectures, concerts and presentations of editions of independent press.
A Wasted Generation (as we can call this), inaccessible to the eyes of the common viewer. But one that is changing the landscape of contemporary art, answering freely and unashamedly the questions that concern us daily. In this travelogue, we'll guide you through five entertaining stories that have found their way into explorations of this phenomenon.
not a ride but an adventure
The story begins when the famous punk zeppelin bursts into the reality of Kyiv's Roschinka hangout (whose residents at the time were the renown Preetone, Bichkraft band and Polystave). It was here that the first Sodaz-Caterpillar meeting took place, which gave birth to the syndicate and the future of D.U.S.T.
Gazelle of Death - Sete Star Sept
But if we start to enumerate the bands crossing space and time on board of this buggy - we will have to unfold the world map of modern punk underground. However, a modest attempt to cover the madness with a stroke of a pen was made by the Gazelle driver himself: together with Psymuline, the author of posters of on-the-way gigs, they drew a good dozen stories in a relatively truthful and honest form. Today - for the first time in an English edition (!premiere!). And a little more truth of all that jazz - in Denis Nerobeev's chronicle.


Both funny and scary comic documentary about punk rockers on tour, yet a real vehicle transporting all these so-called-people in space and time, and sometimes beyond them.

Rock and roll, weapons, women, airplanes, but most importantly, rusty cars of large sizes and shapes.

Tripping over the same stone twice
Documentary about one single trip of a rock band "JARS" touring on the Gazelle of Death.

They went somewhere at first, did not come anywhere, and finally came somewhere.

Director, cinematographer and scriptwriter: Denis Nerobeev
Tripping over the same stone twice
by Denis Nerobeev
-There is no road.
-Then let's go to the pit!
Roaming flaming vibe of infamous Kyiv Nyzhnoiurkivska St. and Odessa crash pad between classes
At this very time Kyiv was boiling with its inexorable energy. In it, outlandish creatures of human likeness were brewing. AntiGonna, who had come out of Odessa's Grekov Art School, like her fellow artists Alyona Tokovenko and Nadia Shoshina, met Tolya Belov and then Gosha Babanski (the author of the musical project KOMITET). Endless performances of "Lyudska Podoba", extravaganza parties until dawn gave birth to "Demon Eyes", "Lucid Skin" and many other things that are already difficult to separate from each other by the power of interpenetrating creative magnetism. The magnetism only intensifies - under the dim lamplight of Nadia Shoshina's uncountable Parisian squats, in exile, they all meet again. Alyona - with her "baconian" expositions riding all over Europe, AntiGonna - with brutal makeup descending from the stagetalk of another queer film festival, George - whose music is the soundtrack of a nomadic party, throughout time and space. Freedom in all its frenzy, at times terrifying, but inevitably given. Goes on and on and on until the dawn, wherever that may be.
In a world where humanity is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, a detective investigating a complicated crime notices signs of the disease in himself.
From now on, not only the course of the investigation depends on the hero, but also the ability not to lose his job and the memory of his daughter's existence.
Baby Book
by AntiGonna
Lucid Skin
The protagonist is an artist who reevaluates his identity. He is into self-harm as a way to punish his “masculinity”.

After another session, (documented instances of self-harming action) he dresses in drag and goes to the party. At first, he escapes into the fantasy of safety and freedom but eventually and abruptly brought back to reality as the phantasm of masochism takes shape.
Lucid Skin (2021)
by AntiGonna
by Alyona Tokovenko
I'm lost
Je ne suis rien.
Jamais je ne serai rien.
Je ne puis vouloir être rien.
Ceci dit, je porte en moi tous les rêves du monde.
Fenêtre de ma chambre,
de ma chambre dans la fourmilière humaine unité ignorée
(et si l’on savait ce qu’elle est, que saurait-on de plus ?),
vous donnez sur le mystère d’une rue au va-et-vient continuel,
sur une rue inaccessible à toutes les pensées,
réelle, impossiblement réelle, précise, inconnaissablement précise,
avec le mystère des choses enfoui sous les pierres et les êtres,
avec la mort qui parsème les murs de moisissure et de cheveux blancs les humains,
avec le destin qui conduit la guimbarde de tout sur la route de rien.

(Poem by Fernando Pessoa, 15 janvier 1928)
Odessa Conceptualism
Odesa is a Bermuda Triangle of creative energy, an anomalous place where the weirdest destinies of its strangest sons intertwined with each other. A universally recognized Myth in the flesh. Not without reason are artifacts of the ancient Greeks buried beneath its sidewalks. And if you get into this myth, be sure you are in zenith of Historical. And random passers-by may turn out to be deities, reaching the window of their apartment by gas pipe. Dying and rising from the ashes. And surely immortal, as deities should be.
And if you hit this piggy bank with the hammer of Perestroika, what in the world is called "enfants terribles" will fall outta there. It will take a thousand years for tales to be written about it.

The 1990s were a renaissance of outrageous thought. "The Dull Faces Club" (Klub Unylykh Lits) - the first South Coast punks to bring honest swearing and unacceptable freedom to the state.

"Art-Raiders", a conglomerate of artists who mixed instant art with flea market.

"There's no death!", "Malevich was too dark!" - that's obvious by expositions in the gallery-winery "OKNO" (by Dmitry Dulfan & Sergey Poliakov) or even more ambitious - in Gusev's own gallery "NORMA", worth to be locked with a key.

The stories of Alexander Topilov (Bancha), as well as the own memoirs of Stas Podlipsky, speak of the spent, but never-explained.

Everyone who looks into Odesa for too long becomes an Odesite.

Pink Criminal
Documentary thriller about the life and work of Isidor Zilberstein, nicknamed Senya Narrow Eyes

Isidor Zilberstein (1952-2002), aka Senya Narrow Eyes, Senya Headaches, Semen, was an Odesa celebrity of the 1970s-90s. He was an accomplished pianist, pickpocket, drug addict, gamekeeper, gangster, nunchaku master, painter, and sculptor. He was a member of the Moscow art group "BOLI" (Pains) together with Georgy Litichevsky and Farid Bogdalov.

Director: Peter Shirkovsky
Pink Criminal - Trailer
by Peter Shirkovsky
Author: Yuri Chebotar, known as Yura Palets (Finger) in Odessa. First manager of The Dull Faces Club (K.U.L.) band.

The clip from the nineties is the only surviving clip from K.U.L. those years.
“Yura Finger was editing this when he lived at my house”

Rare video recording - one of the first concerts in Odessa and the only video with
Gosha Stas Podlipsky - vocals, tambourine; Gosha Stepin - guitar, vocals;
Vitya Clown - drums;
Vladik Penev (Stevie BH) - bass guitar;
Andrey Kapshtyk (Andryulik) - sign language interpreter.

-- Stas Podlipsky: “He [Gosha] also had this concept for the cover. We are sitting at the table in caps, a bottle of vodka, cucumbers, sausage... and poppy heads in a vase. He calculated the name based on the stars, saying it would bring incredible success. We thought for a long time and chose, but I did not support the name Club of Sad Faces. Where does this name come from? Well, because the theme is like that - they sang about opiates and all that.”
Dead Woman
«DEAD WOMAN» exhibition opening in Igor Gusev gallery «NORMA»(Odessa)
Reportage by Alexandr «Bancha» Tolipov (contemporary Odessa writer, music critic & everlasting drummer of «Klub Unylykh Lits» band)

"This man's life is a stage. And he is not alone. It's just a form of life. Its space-time is divided into the performance and the behind-the-scenes part. Life among the scenery, inside an illusion, in an artificial world, sometimes turns into an unsightly side to the world where other people live. At best, this causes them bewilderment - and again the creative personality suffers, the face of the genius turns towards the crowd with a grimace of hatred. [...]
It turns out that the real flow of existence flows behind this facade, as if through fingers, or Odesa, built from sand on sand, flows away in an hourglass. And therefore, on this stage, both comedy and tragedy are spectacular genres, you can laugh and be horrified to the limits - the boundaries of the illusion itself."

from the article of Sergey Anufriev (another icon of post-soviet conceptualists movement).
Stas Podlipsky - Tryptysh "The story of one case". In collaboration with Igor Styopin (Martynchiki) 1990s, oil on canvas, mixed tech, Museum of Modern Art of Odesa (MSIO)
I don't wanna die
There are two states of affairs in the world: the state of strength and the state of weakness. And one single law: “this happens!” To understand how it works, you just need to get up and go.... This is the story of a man who is lost between worlds in his mind, but discovers that there is hope.

Stars of the Odesa underground in a surreal hallucination.
Alisa Pavlovskaya
I don't wanna die - Trailer
Sacral Import Phaseout
by Igor Gusev

"There is some evidence that instead of brain their heads contain a small amount of cotton (some have a big amount, though). The Vatniks are persuaded that the sanctions imposed on the aggressor nation by our Western friends would only do good to them and develop their economy which is already developed as it is. (Such kind of idealization has old roots. “Ours is the best” – was one of the most typical phrases at the time of the Soviet Union, the largest manufacturer of copies on industrial scale)."
In one of the old neighborhoods of Odesa there is a big flea market, which is open only on weekends. It is always very crowded and colorful vibrant there! One day I came up with the idea of using it for exhibitions of contemporary art. The concept was as follows: artists buy all sorts of junk, make art objects out of it, and then exhibit them there. In just three years of our movement's existence, we held more than 20 exhibitions. Each of them had a separate theme and a curator from among the group's members! I would characterize this phenomenon as extremely funny and witty, which does not prevent it from being the subject of serious research to this day.

Igor Gusev

Actionism in Starokonny Market
you have reached your destination
Without any desire to leave, driven by an inevitable fate, we reach Paris. And find ourselves in the night hum of Montmartre's galleries, which shelter exiles, the wasted and the dissenting, as it has always and forever been. Paris does not change itself, it is so horny kind to every single guest. It will find a place under its roofs for every sinful soul and desperate dreamer. You have reached your destination.(c) You can feed yourself in Paris with Art. While Kuzkin nightly chants "I want the war to end" in four languages,EliKuka(Eliseev &KukoverovfromI.H.N.A.B.T.B.) snacks on bitter vodka with his breadmen.
Time is Drunk!
Paris is a movable traumpunkt. It mixes everything in a carnival merry-go-round, revolution and barbecue, pain and celebration. When you promenade with your eastern spleen through the night of Paris, you definitely squeeze at least once between sleeping bums and noisy restaurants. Each time you imagine that tomorrow you’ll find yourself together with one or another. Depends on your Fortune.

Andrey Kuzkin is known for his performances and actions. The sphere of his interests includes meditative work and relations between human and time. He also turns to drawing, painting, installation and sculpture.

His personal projects were presented at the Moscow Museum of Modern Art and the Stella Art Foundation. The artist has taken part in the Berlin Biennale for Contemporary Art (2010), the Parallel programme of the 54th Venice Biennale (2011), Performa Biennale in New York (2011), the Moscow Biennale of Contemporary Art (2015, 2019), the Garage Triennial of Russian Contemporary Art (2020) and others.
The phenomenon of nature or 99 landscapes with tree
by Andrey Kuzkin/Alexander Kuzkin

Prayers and Heroes
by Andrey Kuzkin

The installation is a concrete bracket of hundreds of hollow bricks, within which, like cells, are human figures made of bread.

In this work, the artist addresses at once several themes at once - the theme of bread, which bears the sacred function of the blood of Christ's blood and at the same time a domestic prison tradition; and the theme of suffering - the way some people are forced to suffer. how some people make others suffer and how some people become heroes, sacrificing themselves but maintaining their inner faith.
by Elikuka art duo

You're not jumping high enough!
Please jump higher!
Elikuka group
behind the curtains of the Capital Of Arts
«As soon as you become famous – you’re in trouble»
- Ecilop is repeating this few times in a row and then dissolves in the dusty rusty atmosphere of another underground party by Abyss collective (here, in this haze, the silhouettes of many notable characters dissolve). Jules Hardi tried to explain his remark in the documentary. Which was waiting for so long to skyrocket to an audience of millions. Meanwhile, all over the city, naïve Ades’s soul-mates pop up from around the corner, and squatter parties are invariably decorated with dresses, outlandish furniture, and even the surrealistic dendroarchitecture of Haut de Cave.
by Jules Hardi
"Graffiti has marked part of my life, forged my way of seeing the world and of thinking. This is forever. One question, however, pounded my head every morning and every night. Until sunrise behind the towers of eastern Paris, my brain crashes against this mystery: How can you contribute to this culture while not locking yourself into it? How can I legitimately give back to it what it gave me?
Documentary filmed from 2020 to 2021 in several cities in France.
Self-produced, filmed, directed, edited by Jules Hardi

Armée d’âmes


Ades and his army of souls Haunt the Parisian capital, for those who know how to see them they will end up appearing, in ever more unexpected places, sometimes in the street, on walls, mailboxes, on trucks or in places the most immovable such as on the roofs or certain Parisian facades but also in the metro tunnels or those of the ring road, in the catacombs or in the most cramped corners of the capital. Ades transforms the city into a playground and exploration, the walls, street furniture, and underground spaces which no longer hold any secrets for him have become galleries for these paintings and graffiti. He offers us his own representation of souls featuring ghostly characters all similar but with their own identities in an often unusual urban universe offering an infinite number of settings. Sometimes they are covered and disappear but, despite everything, they seem to reappear, ever more numerous. By freeing his spectral character from physical and gravitational constraints, Ades defends his freedom outside the frame beyond the limits of the architect behind doors closed to the public, in the air or underground and includes himself in the collective environment leaving behind him the trace of his passages.

Precair'Immo by ECILOP
From its first version in the structure of the Empalot bridge in Toulouse to its latest in the Paris metro, the Précair'Immo project explores questions of the right to housing, self-construction, and the appropriation of urban space.
Précair'Immo, a real-estate company with a long history of development, is committed to building habitable spaces in the interstices of our cities.
A practice which, long before being artistic, is sometimes vital.

by Ecilop. Installations in forgotten spaces. Photo and video documentation 2016-2020
"We inhabit the interstices
Silences violating the law of history
Our black flags crush the subterranean maw of Paris
We swarm in the hollows, in the cracks of the great boulevards boulevards
Under the breaches of this so-called "modern" age that leaves us
Bitter tongues, cold eyes
What do you perceive of the people from your thrones of academics?
What do you know of our languages? Our knowledge ?
About poetry when it escapes from power?

video voice-over
text and voice by Sara Mychkine

by Ecilop. Performance, Video 2022
Entering the world of Bisk requires courage and engagement. He is a creative force that demands active participation, plunging into a world where one must venture wholeheartedly. Bisk transforms ordinary materials like metal scraps, pencil strokes, and cardboard into timeless treasures. His art is not manufactured; it transcends existing elements, breathing new life into discarded objects.
Walking home through streets littered with protesting garbage men - Bisk's mountains of trash stare back at you. Meanwhile, Bisk is welding new monsters out of waste metal and turning bar spaces into graffiti caves.
"It's worth a paradigm shift!" - it's time for ArtPocalypse, manifests Plume in his colorful gypsy skirt, with feathers sticking out of his mop of hair.
by Plume Hoffmann
At the end of our trip, we met a creature dressed in the colors of an aurora borealis with feathers in his hair. His name is Plume and that he and his comrades were awaiting the arrival of the great Artpocalypse. According to Plume, many of them are waiting for this phenomenon, so we asked him to tell his story, and here are the strange sights that emerged.

"We are all dancing ants to the eye of the universe, but also childs of stars. Human thoughts have always wandered into dimensions we've tried hard to forget. But the day will come when it will emerge again. It was written that the first manifestations of the advent would be shown to the sentient pilgrims. We are here to witness the creation that are happening all over the world., this is the genesis of Artpocalypse, our manifesto."

Celebrating digital culture since 2o13, The Wrong is a collaborative effort harnessing the potential of the internet, shaped as a decentralized global art biennale & tv channel, open to participation, happening both online & offline, awarded with sois cultura 2o19 and ehrenerwähnung at s+t+arts 2o2o
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