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| == '''''Like Wind in Leaves and Ash like Snow''''' ==
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| === '''''- on the aesthetics of the apocalypse''''' ===
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| [[File:Ash like snow print out copy (dragged).pdf|thumb|0x0px]]
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| | === '''''- on the aesthetics of the apocalypse (Book)''''' === |
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| first approach as a booklet: | | first approach as a booklet: |
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| [https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_opNeoL1DA8hdrStSuUZlZsLz4jYd5xU/view?usp=sharing https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_opNeoL1DA8hdrStSuUZlZsLz4jYd5xU/view]
| | https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_opNeoL1DA8hdrStSuUZlZsLz4jYd5xU/view] |
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| === '''Concept:''' ===
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| I remember leaning my head into my neck,
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| I remember looking into the sky,
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| Ash falls like Snow,
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| Slowly,
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| Weightless,
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| As a child, I used to stick out my tongue to taste the first snow sometime around December,
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| Snow has become rare and the ash - now - tastes bitter,
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| I remember loading frightened animals in and onto dirty trucks,
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| I remember driving down into a valley,
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| Ash falls like Snow from the sky and the wall of fire is slowly eating its way down the mountain in front of me,
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| Everything is in slow motion,
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| The world is almost weightless - almost unreal,
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| A child is sitting next to me at the beach and we look at burned wood being washed onto the shore,
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| “Everything will burn” the child says,
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| Eleven years old,
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| Her name is ''Zoi'',
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| ''Zoi'' in greek means life,
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| Everything feels slow,
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| Almost weightless,
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| Almost like a dream,
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| Virtually unreal,
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| Only the catastrophe alert on my phone reminds me everyday that I’m not dreaming,
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| 125.000 hectare forest burned that summer on ''Evia'' Island Greece,
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| But the scenes strangely fixed in my memory are:
| | VISUAL MOCKUP |
| | Fabric - stained with ash and coal, photo(transfer-print)grid |
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| | functioning as "projection canvas" for imagination triggered by sound installation |
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| The beauty of the Ash falling like Snow,
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| The constant red sun, the all-day sunset,
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| Clouds that were not white but black,
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| The nights sky that was not black, but red,
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| The Russian airplanes extinguishing the fires because of the remains of an orthodox saint in the church close by,
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| And again and again: The ash like snow - White Christmas in 38 degree burning heat.
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| Now I ask myself:
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| What are the aesthetics of catastrophes?
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| How do aesthetics relate to the un-normal?
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| Will the apocalypse be beautiful?
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| How much pain must be held in aesthetic experiences?
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| Can everything be aesthetic when seen from a new perspective?
| | PRESENTAION SCRIPTS (Dérive - Guy Debord + Rhythmanalysis - Lefebvre) |
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| And why do astronauts always describe the beauty of the earth once they look back at it?
| | https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YiQknjFR6GI_zPs28w-4zA_IIky2XwTR/view?usp=sharing |
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| === Materials: ===
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| ATTENTION, ORGANISATION, ACTION | | ATTENTION, ORGANISATION, ACTION |
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