DARIA IRINCHEEVA Circadian Rhythm

Each day begins optimistically in the morning: new ideas, big plans, trying things out, building things. Then questions come: doubts, changes, darkness, maybe some despair. The night may bring a nightmare or two. But then another morning inevitably arrives. The never-ending rhythmic cycle of trying and survival goes on.

Art Exhibition previously on at Postmasters Gallery in New York, United States.
From Saturday 06 September 2014 to Saturday 11 October 2014

DARIA IRINCHEEVA
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Published by anonymous on Wednesday 27 August 2014.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett (Worstward Ho, 1983)

Daria Irincheeva was born in 1987 in Leningrad (St. Petersburg) growing up in a post-Soviet Russia, a state of socio-economic dysfunction, instability, and disillusionment. She takes reflections on these times as a point of departure, as a method of thinking through failure. For Irincheeva, the topics of crash, collapse and the fragility of large complex systems are beautiful, loaded concepts, evidence of the cyclical nature of human history and personal experience.

Irincheeva’s first solo exhibition at Postmasters of rough, precarious constructions weaves painting, sculpture and installation together. They imply impermanence, flux, entropy, change, adaptation. Just like daytime building and nighttime collapse, failure leads to reconstruction, transformation, and ultimately hope. Formally precise balancing acts, casually put-together with few gestures, Irincheeva’s structures project strength in fragility. Seemingly at the edge of yet another transformation, they appear to withstand destruction like a tree leaning to the wind or a skyscraper that sways in the hurricane yet is left standing.

A true builder, Irincheeva works with common construction materials: bricks, wood, paint chips, linoleum samples, cement and construction paper. Sometimes an air plant will make an appearance. Through her transformative process, her compositions elevate tough, unremarkable elements into poignant, poetic arrangements. Absurdity and unexpected humor enters and the thin Beckettian line between tragedy and comedy is crossed.
Failing better is the new black.