Today, I have collected all the postcards written by the children and I took their photographs. This is the end of the project in the street. I am exhausted but happy. I now need to think of a space to show postcards and photographs and imagine the way I want them displayed.
I realise that NEXT STOP LOVE was an ambitious project. I was not able to achieve all the objectives descibed in my funding application but I accomplished some and I think I delivered some quality when doing in. I never wanted to produce big quantities anyway, this is a non for profit project, I am not here to make a return.
Something puzzles me though.The fake bus stop fitted perfectly well into people's routine, perhaps too perfectly. I wanted to create a moment outside life and I think I did but the routine kept going as if a 'fake bus stop' was somehow accepted or tolerated into the usual landscape. People have no time.
Something else. I was talking to a friend who was thinking of a project but did not know how to go about it. I said to him: ' If I was able to put fake bus stops in the street, you can do anything as long as you believe in it.'
It strikes me that 'this society' allows a lots of things to happen but at the same time the society is very indifferent to it. We can do a lot of things but we dont care any more.
What a surprise. I started to read your message and i felt an echo before something else happened. Yours words about the full possibilities existing with indifference made me remember of something essential. All we can do today, the possibility ti create and act, it has always existed, it's the move of life with other individuals, in society, in a context where the fill for life, the desir makes us be creative, to move on, to another level of expression of ourselves. What's seems so hard today to me is the intensity, the highness of sensations that put us in a kind of coma, where everything is the same because everything is cancelled by the runoff. We can be blocked, anaesthetized, ANA-ESTHETIZED. This kind of difficulty to feel things, take a real taste of them, the kind of taste which is not immediate, requires sometimes some efforts : sometimes, we forget how it works. In this, the journey through situations become a trip without sense or mean, or not for very long.
ReplyDeleteIt's a lack of sacred. The sacred aims at unifying people i believe, in an energy stronger because of each. Fortunately, the sacred belongs to everyone and each can find it again. I'm on the way of finding mine i hope, i know it has to fit my path ; sometimes, when i write in a very intimate way, i touch it but i can't handle it yet.
All these words to say that i thing we have to fight, to enter in a Resistance.
Thanks for your comments. I am happy that my words have perhaps generated this thinking process in you.'The lack of sacred' retains my attention. How do we, people nurture the Sacred within us? When I worked with the children at school, it striked me that there was no place in the curriculum to talk about emotions or the Sacred. They talk about it through religion and history perhaps, thinking about how history was made and according to which values but they dont talk or address directly our feelings outside the narrative. Perhaps it is the role of the family to nurture the Sacred but I think the school as a reflection of the society should defnitely create a space for self expression. Children are asked to absorb knowledge and perfom it.
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