Perhaps it would be easier to present the work of Zbyněk Baladrán on stickers with messages placed on a fridge in a council-house kitchen. Or to speak about the theory of the avantgarde before falling asleep, telling it like a bedtime story. A kind of bedroom avantgarde. There is a lamp in the shape of Tatlin´s tower on the bedside table. The individual storeys rotate around its axis, each at a different speed. One completes a rotation while you turn around in your sleep. Another one completes a rotation while you turn a page in your book. One completed rotation for a slow loading of a video. Another completed rotation for a moment of transformation.
In the morning that well-known feeling of confusion between sleep and awakedness (what about if awakedness is not “up” but rather in a different direction?). More precisely, re-setting the alarm clock, falling asleep again, turning over in your sleep again. This is the revolution, which has already begun, without anybody noticing. Well-deserved tiredness after a well-done dream job.
Afternoon in the studio. It looks more like an office. There´s a carpet on the floor. It is covered in bits of paper from a clipping agency which used to be here before. Everything revolves around a revolving chair on wheels.
It would be perhaps more appropriate to show Baladrán´s oeuvre in the form of a diagram. But it would not be easy to describe such a diagram. I don´t even know what it should look like. And it is probably not even appropriate to describe a diagram. Despite the seemingly verbal character of Baladrán´s works (or perhaps because of this) there is a danger that an attempt at describing them might sound like describing a cartoon. Watching a video with Baladrán is the same as browsing through a book. Like browsing through a photo album. Like playing Chinese whispers in sign language. Like OCR of images without a text. As if there was no film shown in the cinema, only subtitles.
Perhaps on his own works Baladrán works in a similar way as when preparing the design of exhibitions, organizing the pictures, sound and text in a given space and time. The artist becomes an organizer (dispersed authorship, lives are more important than biographies). He uses found materials, he finds them. Previous readers remain in forgotten on the back dust-jacket of a book.