This blog presents documentation and information related to the art project War Games: Wow, you must be an intellectual! which was composed and directed in 2001 by ΚΟΝΣΤ ΜΠ and materialized by the contribution of Dionysis Bouloutzas, Eleni Stroulia, Vassilis Harmantas, forming the art group Peace Of Art. This project was presented at Sarajevo in 2001.

Both motivation and inspiration for the creation of this project was the fact that in 2001, the X Biennial of Young Artists from Europe and the Mediterranean would take place at the city of Sarajevo. Sarajevo at that time was still counting the wounds of the recent war.
Living in a neighboring Balkan country, the information related to this war had a heavy imprint on the local society, arising all kinds of passions. To some, questions on the role of the intellectuals, the artists, the education, the mass media, created the need to seek for answers.

War Games: Wow, you must be an intellectual! is the first of a series of projects by ΚΟΝΣΤ ΜΠ focused on the Media and information. This particular project consists of three individual parts, all together forming a new installation.
At the center of this installation stands the starting point of the project, which is the video-game Wow, you must be an intellectual! presented on a large video-wall. To the right, there is a home couch and a TV furniture with a TV playing the video People's Stand. To the left, as a promotional trick for the video-game, war toys used in its production are presented framed as artwork. From a stand next to the exhibits, one can obtain the magazine War Games.

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Aristophanes' The Birds [693-699]

The part of the play used in this project is a direct parody of a similar part from Hesiod's Cosmogony.

 Text in English:
At the beginning there was only Chaos, Night, dark Erebus, and deep Tartarus. Earth, the air and heaven had no existence. Firstly, black-winged Night laid a germless egg in the bosom of the infinite deeps of Erebus, and from this, after the revolution of long ages, sprang the graceful Eros with his glittering golden wings, swift as the whirlwinds of the tempest. He mated in deep Tartarus with dark Chaos, winged like himself, and thus hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the light.


Text in ancient Greek http://dide.kef.sch.gr/docs/filolo/arxmetafr/ornithes.PDF 
[page 77, 693-699]