Darja Mamula was born August 2, 2000 in Belgrade. Currently a student of sculpture at the Faculty of Contemporary Arts. Her work is located at the intersections and crossings between poetry and the visual arts, while her primary areas of focus are the interrogation of the conditions of artistic production and the possibilities of it’s disalienation as well as the problematic of linear time and the potential ways in which art can contribute towards it’s messianic interruption. Her primary artistic influences are, not exhaustively: Hito Steyerl, Geo Wyeth, Ljubomir Micić (Zenit magazine), Otto Dix, Claire Fontaine, Gherasim Luca, and Sylvia Plath.
Miloš Pilić help with the execution of the video
To question the possibility of a language in common is simultaneously to question the necessary silences. In her work, Darja Mamula wants to problematize this apparatus which produces separation in closeness. The family, being the main site of closeness, doubles as the site of isolation and confinement. As it has become evident in the pandemic, the family is anything but an exterior to the present order – this bizarre social form is the space of biopolitical intervention which re/produces the futurity of capital and the bourgeois subject. Her work aims to tear down the barriers between the machines outside the house and those in it, the machines within the subject and those external to it. Through the interplay of dissonance between the auditive and the visual (as well as within them) applied to found and filmed footage Darja aims to cast the barbarity of everyday life as alien and monstrous. Through mobilizing the silences, noises, and interruptions immanent to any language she wishes to constitute the possibility of a living in/commonality against the ruling death in common.
I do not think that a common language as such exists, nor that it is a stable category of "youth". The only possibility of the so-called. I see a common language in the constant conflicts and misunderstandings that exist in the system in which we live. Maybe silence is that common language. What is not explicable.
It all depends on the work. Sometimes it is a vain realization of an idea that has been running through my head for a long time, and only then do I understand it as such - so I finish everything in 2 to 3 hours. Sometimes it takes months of thinking and creating work in my mind until the work as such is realized — and completely different from what I imagined. When a work transcends its own concept and becomes something completely different, then I think it succeeds.
The challenge of art as such, nowadays as well as since it was constituted as one category, is to always go beyond its own framework and in the end be a part of life and not dead beauty or thought. Instead of life trying to be art, art should be a part of life and thus going towards its abolition. The notion of aesthetics prevents art in this process and I am completely against it. All this also applies to my art. I don't know how successful I will be or will be.
First of all, I am a poet-warrior, and then everything else. I see songs as a kind of struggle, and all my work, whether it is textual or non-poetry. "Let's sing songs in honor of our enemies."
Escape is a retreat, and the reality is much crazier than some imagination. Despite that, I run and I'm not proud of it. These beys are alienating.
Be the director of TESLA Motors or Steve Jobs. Certainly, nothing in valuable art triggers that phrase.
There are plans not to fulfill them. And I hope that my path leads me further from myself and into the jaw of ruthless change.
Love and God. Everything I do, I do in the name of those two things, which are not so separate. Cliché or not - that's right.
I don't know her well enough to describe her, but as far as I know, she misses the fight against that same culture.
I hope it changes me. I believe that within myself there are 1000 entities, like all of us. Art gives me the wind in my back to be still infinitely in shape - we will see how far it will take me. I don't think the path of the creator is linear or finite. "Let the struggle be unceasing — let it be what it cannot be."