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Project Proposal
+---------------+ /-| Fantasy |-\ +----------------+ /- +---------------+ -\ +-----------------+ | | +---------------+ +---------------+ /- +---------------+ -\ | | | External World |-------| Understanding |-------| Memory --------| Invention |-------| Imagination | | | +---------------+ +---------------+ \- +---------------+ -/ | | +----------------+ \- +---------------+ -/ +-----------------+ | \-| Creativity |-/ | | +---------------+ | | | | +-------------------------+ | |----------------------------------| Production |------------------------------------- +-------------------------+
Questioning
How the publishing process, (as a mean to unfold and re-tell the reality) could create new, cultural roots for social and micro-territorial developments? What kind of infrastructures a residency and collective workshop would need in order to facilitate the sharing of processes and knowledge? And how they could be use to re-think the future we live in? Could a constellation of smaller eco-systems be the a way to decentralize political and monetary power, recalibrating our lives based on urgent and real needs? What could we learn from smaller realities such as rural villages in order to build a new, modern and almost self-reliant communities? How the circulation of knowledge, processes and results achieved during the residency could be turned into concrete actions which could help both the local community and the artists' development? How the set of traditions and local heritage could be used as a set of tools for better understanding the present? Without flowing into too conservatives approaches.
drifting memories laying on the stones of present
time dripping inside wild cave in Vercors mountains
voice of a soul processing being caught in a cloud on a hill
enormous space we can free inside and outside for selves
moment becomes present
memory dance
resonating with a mood at the door to a new year of life
water giving and washes away
everything is already there
Perila