Art Verona +
FestivalFilosofia2009SullaComunità
18/19/20settembre2009
venerable studio / MelePere
guild has
bands
Giulia Ferrara
Luiza Samanda Turrini
"47"
Maramures, Sapanta, cimitirul, Vesel:
dell'allegrezza and abracadabra
late by Patrick Schiavone
Silingardi and Sonia with Adriana Jebeleanu
At ArtVerona, prestigious setting of contemporary international MelePere presents an exhibition related to the Festival of Philosophy, held in Modena at the same time. In collaboration with the gallery StudioVetusta and the declining theme of the festival - the community - on its actual ability and storage memory is understood that the location of the cemetery, MelePere offers a comparison of three interdisciplinary artists, Gilda Scaggs, Giulia Ferrarese and Luiza Samanda Turrini, who from time to time, through installation, video and writing, conceptual argue the fascinations of this place. The project is distinguished by the number "47", the cabal that means "dead man talking." In particular, while including the values \u200b\u200bof the fairy spell, the abracadabra which the title alludes to give a precise spatial coordinates, real geographical indications likely to indicate a remote district on the border with Hungary, Romania, Maramures, where, in the small town of Sapanta, was created in the seventies an extraordinary open-air museum "the Cimitirul Vesel": Allegro Cemetery, where in spite of the usual conventions - always active in the gloom of mourning - is celebrated the happiness and joy. To Gilda Scaglioni it comes to creating tombs, epitaphs, memorabilia signifying an event to remember with a slight smile. Pedigree of a tree indimeticati doll clothes - a sort of circuit - is the excuse to tell the languor of an absence-presence of which we have only the ghost, the capacity. L 'immanence of objects, still characterized by slow practices such as sewing, writing, composition accurate - comes to transcribe a slight feeling of childish wonder, unaware of lost happiness. The same welcome ghosts, as well as that nostalgic past with deep affection and remembrance, are collected in the literary contribution of Luiza Samanda Turrini presenting a prose novel, in which the word, like a jewel, is fine and "chased" the soliloquy in transcribing of the disappeared. In proposing his minutes cemetery merry, take part in the consideration of those occurrences which are indispensable to the preservation and memory beyond the ephemeral existence. Meanwhile, in scan is always the same and the inexorable passage of time, Julia is working Ferrarese nell'implacabile sleepy and video recording of shadows and sun, focusing on what floats or is close to rot, intent to catch - in the manner of Baudelaire and the apparent minimalism ed'oltralpe Russian cinema - a breath that really is not any human being.
vernissage Friday, September 18, 2009 19:00
c / o studiovetusta, Modena, via carteria60
opening 18-19-20 September h.19.00/22.00
c / o MelePere, Verona, via sottoriva12
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Luiza Samanda Turrini
THE DEAD
We heard? Can you hear us?
We will not talk to your ear.
not with your ear that you have to listen
are other, portals
you remember us?
Over time
We had
Other names you call us
Travellers
dreamers
the Sick
's Enchanted
But now we call
With another
Name
We are the Dead
We're here to tell you
to speak to tell you that
to ask what we should
feel for who we
disclaims
for those who do not want to see us
for those who pretend that we do not exist
for those without even
offends us know we would dissolve in water
sink smell and dark womb
land or explode upward from the flame brought
but you shut us
in hermetically sealed boxes
and our steps dilate
there closed for years
until our car exploded
does not dissolve the past
seem to never end and we look
almost with curiosity
the havoc
tightly closed and we think we really lost the support
love
of those who remain
us if you if you loved you loved
really should be eating but you
horror
of us we are the other
We are not the same as you
you you move, you're on the move
Your movement does not cease even when
ever fall asleep even when your heads
are crossed by the waves of the theta coma
absolute stillness, if someone moves
your movement generates harmonic waves
We do not you remember?
you remember of our body,
after we are gone
there?
was like an empty shell, a mineral
firm
you remember the movements of our bodies
evacuated?
were deaf. Wedging in support of
were non-movement
Oh, the dance of molecules living
Perpetua
Like a symphony
You say that as
you is better
Life is better than death!
When you say you say it, we smile
It's like the memory of a smile
is better?
is worse?
is better dell'infazia
the gem or the flower of youth
?
There are advantages and disadvantages
intertwined
as a canvas and your benefits are the Five Majesty
your
portals that are in fact many more
know that the five probe and break the world
and gather together in the body
So the body and the world become a
But your body is perceived as separate
And this is a mystery to us. We have forgotten how
this is possible.
Portals are a masterpiece
The warm touch, which wraps your beings
like a blanket of feathers
The voluptuous taste that dripping off pieces
world and brings them within you
Smell
that speaks to you like the music and sticking
in deeper states
memory
The hearing, which transforms the world
in a garden of rustling, singing, screaming silence
And the view, the divine within
the breath of knowledge. What strength
What garbage
What splendor
We do not we have more
What we have left is pale and muffled
As in a dream
We have evacuated the anchor of the body.
We took off. And now we
at the mercy of the currents. What
What
E '
Success?
We have spent a bit 'before
take note.
Pain was
Fortissimo
The greatest pain of all
life
The body does not have cancer.
crashed
No matter how we get there.
In sleep, in sickness, torture
The peak is the same for everyone.
It is not easy
is difficult
is the hardest thing you'll do
Dying
The pain is inexpressible
.
body crashes. Explodes.
Time ends
But after
The minute the door
When the issue occurs
The latest sensation
A pleasure
Infinite
As the pain that came before it
Feather
As a reminder that there is something
Because we cease to be
like you do all of you
And then you do?
What happens next? We see
you want to know what happens then
It happens that leaves the body
crashed exiting
Out and out there the more time the bank
the river where time flows
is
body and ends when the body
the river of time flows into
where there is neither before nor after
but everything happens in an eternal present
as in dreams we lose in that body and
when we understand that the poem
of its constant motion
is a pale prelude to what comes after
we take the flight
fly around houses
mountains to graze the treetops
the expanse of clouds we see the earth from
decomposed
we no longer have the constraints of gravity
and weight
go from one world to another without
land laws to obey
as in dreams sometimes linger with you
you paved the roads
align the crosshairs
or you scream
not to go and the dream becomes
beautiful when you hear us
and now we see that you are asking us
badgered us want to know
of our nature
see
death
the death
death is but a step
at a later stage
a stage devoid of the wonderful
and heavy sounding
of the flesh and ego
phase
more subtle
in which only molecules
and electricity
waves
we are as the waves pass through
things
feel
frequency modulations of the thoughts and intentions
see everything from
see
mapping
and we are not like you believe
eternal
your memory of us binds us
at first when
your memory
dissolves the bond is broken and we
travel for pleasure
until
not feel something that seems
the memory of fatigue
and then decide to dissolve
our atoms disperse in the world
falling like seeds in the ground
the stones in the sea
and this time everything is
in peace without pain
but before this happens
before he could rule the dream
we continue to be there and love the scents
lights
things that resemble the sounds
you there when the flow
brought us light, smells, sounds
they caress us
touch us and we are happy
is like the memory
happiness but most of all love
talk in the dark hours in the hours
lonely if you listen you put
we will talk you through songs speak sometimes
through images through sudden
words written by others
we have the power to bend the crossroads
invisible
we are strong and numerous as the waves
and we can bring you the gift of words and images
bring harmony music
but if you want to be able to talk the night
in the bubbles of silence
you must be careful
and discard all the other voices inside your head
and tune in to our
we will not lie
is among you who can hear
better because the noise of the world can not take it
and this together with the other
who often feel that
must respond and then do things
purified
things that show him
and the world as it really should be and how
who
from this body
to what we suggest the
attention because all true visions are visions
afterlife is prepared so the bottom of the transition
the landscape when they pass beyond
for those of you who know
listen and give us response
We talk to us and you
Because you can understand
But in reality there
an us and you
Why all of you No one except us will become
you need not be afraid
we were you we'll be all you
us and you're the same thing
