How socialistic architecture shaped & influenced my
personality? Places & buildings where I used to live. From 1984
till nowadays...
“I think that the buildings always sound. They can sound
unemotional too.”
Peter Zumthor
Our identities are no longer fixed to a specific place or
time. As we have become increasingly transient, what we call
home today is more than likely a different location from our
home ten, or maybe even five years ago. As a result, who we are
is no longer tied to where we live, who we know, or even what
we’ve experienced, but is instead an amalgam of all our own
experiences combined with the experiences of others shared
through various media & contexts. As our identities are
becoming more complex and our relationships with each other
are more interconnected, what impact does this have on the
relationship between architecture and experience, or
surrounding architecture and the our personal fragile
mind/body? How Yugoslavian socialistic architecture shaped &
influenced my personality (mind & body)? Ongoing project
which try to map and signed mental & memory points from past
to future as one particular mind archive.
mixed media: photos / sounds / smells / thoughts / sights / 2013
The effect that the architectural environment and the places
were we live has on our thinking and on our personality was the
starting point for Igor Bošnjak for his ongoing photographic series.
The straightforward title – How socialist architecture shaped &
influenced my personality? – contains what is the shared experience
of the postsocialist countries, precisely that the total change of the
system does not mean necessarily the change of the architectural
environment. This way, the buildings become imprints of the past,
and they show unerasable formal aspects of a certain era’s mentality
and view on society. On Bošnjak’s photographs, which are installed
like a timeline, we see the places, buildings where he lived and
studied, creating a continuation between different periods. Despite
their objective manner the collection is a personal summary, and it’s
deepest layers could only unfold for the artist himself.
Flora Gado, Budapest
