Garaža Kamba

PolyMor* is a neologism, fictitious term, connotation and ideas. It is an ambient installation of dual meaning. It echoes of polymer, sea (hr. more) and moribund. It smells of summer warmth and winter stiffness. It dresses of what’s given and left. It sounds of scene balancing channels. It vigilantly watches over daydreaming. Over the fiction of the lost world, and the inherited consequences. The speculative idea may now more intelligible attest to it than reality. The beach, once a place of pleasure, peace and enlightenment, began to cede space to testimony and recording. Not of those typical sea stories, but its’ understanding as a witness of human acts. Of a society that discovers plastic and is charmed by consumerism. The industrial past (and human negligence) is witnessed by bags of failed companies, undigested packaging and discarded unknown fragments. With them, they carry something of a storytelling, and will anyone, if and when we fall, know how to distinguish its characteristics and purposes? Are we, some future us, going to marvel, admire and adore it? Singling it out now as museum artifacts, can we recognize something new? Still, in order to proliferate it without adding to harm, found plastic is appropriated by Matulić as a reference of this moment in history. Building with it, the ventilation system turns into a cold, multi-layer composition. Building from it, and covering it with a hemp beams, a central sculpture arises, in a sacred-looking form. In the conflict of two polymers, natural and synthetic, the latter should also be viewed as a reflection of popular culture, so is it surprising it peeps as cynicism?

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