Without SLEDA — Visual Record of Loss and Silence
«BEZ SLEDA» is an exhibition dedicated to the disappearance. Archiving halls are filled with things without owners, erased documents, traces of attempts to say something, but not to be heard. It’s a visual space of loss, memory and silence.
ROLE 1 — EXCESSIVES DISAPPEARED
Items found without owners. All that’s left is nameless suitcases, mirrors, notes. Things speak for those who can no longer.
This is the space of silent witnesses. This is a collection of items found without a name, no context, no return. A suitcase without a pen, a book without a cover, a letter without an envelope, a mirror without reflection, a phone that doesn’t ring anymore. Every single thing is a story that no one has heard. They could be important, they could be random, they could be the only thing left. Now they’re in packages, numbered, marked. These things aren’t looking for the owner; they’re just lying there. It’s not a memory museum, it’s an exhibition of her absence. You can’t come back here. You can only keep it.
ROLE 2 — CHARTER OF THE NON-GOVERNMENTAL
Applications, cases, complaints that no one has dealt with. An archive of silence, where each folder is a trace of an attempt to be heard that has not reached the addressee.
This is a collection of documents that didn’t make it. Applications, questionnaires, complaints, files — everything that’s been written, filed, abandoned. Files without answers, shapes without marks, business without movement. Someone tried to be heard, some desperately filled in a line by a line, someone was hoping for a system response. But nothing happened. These papers are not archives, but postponed silence. Some of them are printed, others written by hand, with stamps, and traces of haste. In the fields are bent corners, fingerprints, sometimes even a drop of tea. It’s not documentation of life, it’s documentation of self-incriminating.
SECTION 3 — SYSTEMS THAT DON’T WORK
Unresponsive interfaces, hanging windows, malfunctions. The digital and physical failure hall of a system that has failed to meet the challenge of finding it.
There are interfaces in this room that have stopped answering. Loading errors, hanging windows, automatic answers that don’t make any sense. The documents aren’t open, the bases aren’t looking, the routers aren’t moving. It’s a place where the system was supposed to find, respond, help — but it didn’t. Everything here seems familiar: menus, buttons, entry fields, but they lead nowhere. On the screens is what’s left of the malfunction. It’s not just a technical refusal, it’s a refusal to admit. Failure to record. Refusal to return it. The system retains its external shape, but no longer works. For no one.
ZALK 4 — WE’VE BEEN EXPERIENCED
An exhibition about the men who were looking for it. Improvised ads, routes, maps, letters and despair. People who didn’t give up even when there was no answer.
This room is dedicated to those who did not expect an answer — but kept looking. Here are traces of personal attempts: announcements, notes, printed maps, photos with markings, letters without reply. Someone put flyers up at the stops, some people put the routes through the night streets, someone called over and over again in silence. It’s not an official investigation, it’s a human one. Informal search, no resource, no guarantee, no end. These things don’t keep the truth, they keep the effort. We don’t know who we’re looking for. We just don’t know what we found. This room isn’t about results. It’s about trying not to accept.
PETERS
MERCY
