|EveryVille Competition by La Biennale di Venezia - project 8 of 10
|weekend in a morning||page 1 (page 2)|
|andrea cassi (ITALIA), massimiliano marian (ITALIA)|
|"the tree sap. the divers. and the silence."|
|Every town, every immage, every word, every belief, every hope. A liquid matter surrounds us: it puts all things into touch, it mixes all. Dumb divers move with heavy steps, looking through their glass. They are mute inhabitants of this land emerged from excess ! Behind the glass too many eyes to remeber – eyes dumb like their own. They got themselves a mask so as to hide from the claws of others thoughts. The glass is misted up by the breaths. First thing to do – he thought – is to be conscious of space, know where something is happening. And even before that, to be conscious of the existence of space. That in this space something is moving, perhaps atomic Madonnas, ready to explode at a glance. He laughed at his own watered down thoughts and at the impotence of those who, like him, looked through the misted glass.
« what are you laughing about – you cretin »
« yeah, what have you got to laugh ?»
He looked around.
« best perhaps if we went ? »