19/ hope code

2018
By Bolortuvshin Jargalsaikhan
Duration: 7:07 min.
Recommended by Tsultem Uranchimeg

How does this work investigate “hope?”
”The glow of hope flashes all around us, and when it activates, it has powers to inflame like fire. This is called magic. This video is made with the same magical power. As you sit in grief watching the greed, desires and actions of mankind go beyond their limits and harmlessness of our actions towards their mother nature. I had a glitter of hope and wish - watching this video, people will not do the same again. I have made the video through my actions collecting materials that was presented live in the nature. The basis of hope exists in positive action that comes from faith. During positiveness towards my actions, I saw the nature's innermost powers were manifested as an artists nature, and saw the nature's expressions from the images and collected materials of trees. The nature sends beautiful messages to mankind as hope. Based on the highest point of emotions, grief and beauty, any hope needs to find the way out of it. Usually, they occur unexpectedly or unplanned, and often produce results from themselves. It has a form similar to magic. In a word, following the hope Magic is born...” —Bolortuvshin Jargalsaikhan

About the work:
“The presence of garbage and waste in nature is beyond my diligence. The vastness of nature is broader than the space of our hopes and belief. Captivating my soul with its delicate and precious phenomenons, the nature is just like sending us light's of hope. fighting pollution against nature is not limited by my wishes. Even if it seems that we can't do enough for the nature, it provokes my fantasies about it. Creations of nature are much more beautiful and meaningful nest to what humans create. I have expressed my despair and agony, rhythms of my heartbeat by motions of the camera, meaning ‘We love the nature... we are poisoning it by our waste.’ Sound artist Davaajargal Ts, who was in this expedition team, created the sound of the video. Looking at big river, which was protected and loved by our ancestors, flowing in two different colors was heartbreaking. One side was full of waste and garbage, where no living thing could exist, and was flowing while mixing up with clear water. The river was saying, ‘Don't lose the balance.’” —Bolortuvshin Jargalsaikhan