The bathroom is a first part of a project in the frame of which Anna Solal decided to build a house, or rather its equipment, for someone she doesn’t know. Using junk of the contemporary culture, objects from one euro shops, industrial parts, different pieces of cheap plastic, broken smart phone screens. Those are however very laboriously and in a somehow primitive way joint, assembled in new compositions, somehow 3D mosaics, in which their identity is being to a certain extent lost, but with a bit of focus still recognisable.
Certain concentration, but parallel distraction of her work is being projected also in the way we perceive the work of Anna, how we are getting lost in the details, our sight jumping from one part to another. We can perceive the character of the work and the used materials as a sort of abstraction of contemporary civilisation, its constant short term distraction, lack of concentration, mass quantity but inability to include the whole. There is also something rough and brutal on Anna’s works, in the impudency, rudimentarity of the treatment, that follows the cheapness of the original objects, but almost with somehow neurotic drive. Thousand times twisted threads, pieces of roller bearings and belt studs, are somehow an allegoric depiction of our accelerated presence, the inability to cease, the getting almost to a neurotic psychosis of a drug addict losing himself up to a total exhaustion in different details.