
Now he got a chance to present one of his more recent works in a
very special context. The 50 feet long "Boat of my Life" is being
shown in the meeting hall of the former Soviet barracks in
Hellerau, a quiet Dresden suburb. Soviet troops occupied the
place for their own needs when they came in as victors over Nazi-
Germany in 1945. After 1989 they left, going home for good, when
the Cold War was over. The signatures of their barracks culture
can be seen everywhere - as if Kabakov had made the place for his
audience. But there is more to the "Festspielhaus" (festival
hall) as it has been renamed again. During the 1910s the European
avant-garde went on a pilgrimage to see experimental dance
theater productions on the first open stage in Germany (in terms
of theater architecture). Rilke, Kafka, Reinhardt, everybody came
up to the Festspielhaus on the hills over Dresden. Hellerau was
put on the map by European modernism - before it disappeared in
the catastrophies of our century. Kabakov's boat puts it back on
the map - in the style of the Moscow conceptualists, taking up the
contexts of his individual and Eastern European nightmares, post
modern. On the boat you find display cases with autobiographical
pieces and little objects (buttons, pebbles and the like) which
Kabakov has collected over the years of his now 62-year-old life.
A sailing boat stranded on the cliffy shores of history.
NOTE: Try to find essays - if available in English - by Boris
Groys, who has written extensively about Kabakov from intimate
knowledge about the Moscow underground scene and within the
theoretical frameworks of the international debate on
postmodernism.