A Journey to the unpromised .., 2017
A Journey to the unpromised land and the magic balls, 2017
“- You shine through my atmosphere. And when you show up, my mountains move like bushes in the wind, and rocks are scattered on all sides. I hear you. I hear an amazing bang like a storm to come. I hear the noise of thunder, the voice of demons, the winds, the monsters. The whole earth rises, dilating like the waves of the sea and my surface breaks down. My own ground seems to subside and… we need to find another ground to walk on”… (excerpt from a text read on the excursion)”
“An exodus creative myth
I see people walking next to the canal. Going toward an unknown place with unknown luggage. They do not know where they are, how they are, what they are carrying with them. Bags, cars. They do not resist. One after the one, two after two. They keep going on a sunny grey day, covered in warm cloth, pulling objects behind them, fighting with them to move, pushing them, pulling them again, sitting on them. They walk usually but still slow. Walking to arrive? Walking to walk?
Exodus − people trying hard to move on, getting stuck by their objects, /cars/bags. Their eyes searching away. Leaded by a “silver star”, speaking about a promised land.
Believing? Believing to reach there? Willing? Willing to go for it?
Their car-bags seem to get more and heavier. Three of them are always the last.
They go, keep going and suddenly they are coming back again. Going to find a promised land but going in circles.
Did they find it in between? Are they still on their walk? Would they arrive? Would they give up at a certain moment? Let`s ask Sisyphus and Don Quichotte … cause guess they are still going.”