|EveryVille Competition by La Biennale di Venezia - project 8 of 10
|weekend in a morning||page 2 (page 1)|
|andrea cassi (ITALIA), massimiliano marian (ITALIA)|
|"the tree sap. the divers. and the silence."|
|Here we go again. We’ve chucked all we had and are now left with what we could never immagine. Like the pieces of an old record found inside a cardboard box in a dusty loft. Our duty is recomposition, we have no choice. The north ring road leads us only through there, but that is a place that we all know. All the time it’s been inside us and we daily feed its growth. Every day we leave a drop ready to magnify its demographic explosion of stupidity. Like the silence that envelops us : because no one hears the noise when the silence is louder. We are hungry of trees and feed off tree sup. And yet, it is just off that liquid that we should feed. Forgetting the glasses behind which we hide our fears.
« now might be best if we went »
« hey, now you are the one who feels offended »
« rubbish, I don’t feel offended. Who do you think you are to be able to offend me?”