Year 2006, the university as a fucking rock weighed about the prospect of a future. I lived a present that seemed less and less of mine, I had moved away from the passions and aspirations that once kept me awake and able to see the utopias as achievable, albeit through monstrous efforts.
I was tired, tending to depressed. the white paper (or not) on which I drew my comics usually stayed more and more immaculate.
I sent out a future depressed to seek asylum in any professional firm of architects buttinculi (not that they are necessarily tuti, but then I saw her this way and not see that today is generally more optimistic in this regard), making the bearer of knowledge phantasmagoric, s-sale for what was not. To gain
do not even think.
I was asked for a hand axis of Prato, a former slaughterhouse preparation for the construction of a video box at the multicultural festival Altermundi.
The girl who had initially been charged manage the installation (Eva Sgro, who would later become great friend and colleague in the implementation of these utopias), had found a real job in those days.
Among other things I already have several years in the business of film clubs across Saraceno Montemurlo, haunted by the prospect of the new multiplex Prato (now unfortunately become a sad thing really representative of a social world in shambles), and eager to achieve something that went beyond the two-dimensional, and delegate to handle projections by the very quality of products in a cultural anarchist, and then turned to audiences for whom ska-core, reggae music or the guerrillas were the only reliable sources of information, and represented the highest form of culture.
To my question on the budget for the purchase of building material, after careful consideration it was decided that I would receive a large sum of € 100, thanks to which, as you know, you can achieve miracles.
So, a little disgusted by everything and everyone, I got the ivory head and found comfort in having a huge collection of cardboard boxes scattered everywhere in the industrial district of Prato, I went to work planning.
A lightweight, hanging by a simple frame made of cardboard sewn together by twine, with each other. So I spent several days recovering cartoons of every kind and sort, er also distract from the depressing study of static and sciences building at the time I was doing.
started working in the meantime the concept, which was gaining strength day by day and texture. I realized the power of gesture, in total contrast with the philosophy of the multiplex, not macrospazio as a focal point and meeting place for a standardized community, but a small space, the characteristics of a tiny room cnematografica, he was going to seek the its small but living public.
The work went on. David spent two afternoons with Gelli, accompanied by the roll, to blacken the inside of the structure, the interior of the cartons, the house of the people of Macondo, a good experiment gone whores thanks to stakes placed between the wheels of administration left extremely suspicious of the initiatives involving the word "multicultural", but that's another story again ... Then the arrival at the slaughterhouse, the encounter with the boys civil service of the archipelago, which delighted a few days to leave the dim light of their offices and their computer screens, like crazy they began to sew the walls of the structure in record time.
The structure was hoisted, decorated, many friends have passed hand to give, I will not mention them all here, but I thank all those who have passed with all my heart.
The following day we mounted the projection system, and armed with a run-down computer, I went immediately to the projection of random clips from the film by Werner Herzog, Godfrey Reggio, Climax documentaries on the animal world, the state of the planet, Miyazaki animations ... All material critical of the state of society, the planet's health, wealth, we tend to ignore the great diversity that makes the mndo in which we live.
It was a great satisfaction to see people of all ages that few at a time (the film could hardly accommodate more than six or seven people at a time) s Mongolian singers alternated to see the shores of the Yenisei, already made-up men of the people of woodabee, the hard immaagini of a wild and always fighting for their survival. A satisfaction that I
marked, and marked as a quest that continues today, thanks to the Theatre de Chambre who first believed in the idea of \u200b\u200bcinemini at home, and thanks to ttti those who have backed me and still are giving me the strength and courage.
The Cinema of cardboard, dropped abandoned as a prelude to a rebirth in a different form. caterpillar becomes a chrysalis and then become a butterfly.
At the next point the following description of this research continued at large with great satisfaction.
For the moment I leave the video, I realized at the time, as a document surreal experience of those mythical (and poor) days.
which by the way was also the first ever video editing qesto from my demented mind ;-).
100 Euro's world tour experimental box
cine had been dead for about four years, bequeathing his house in poor condition (I calculated that I would not have sufficed to work a lifetime to restore them and regain its market value) which he shared with twenty cats and two dogs, which fortunately bequeathed my sister Luisa. My grandfather had been many things in life: insubordinate student, rogue street, cheat, thief of plums, held, in the military before and during World War II, farmer, hunter in Sicily for Eni Petroleum, owner of an inn first and then a rotisserie, which appeared in six or seven films of Federico Fellini. He wore thick mustache, and loved the women with wide hips, so much that three times was dislocated his left shoulder trying to embrace them. returning from World War II (no one has ever known where or if he fought, what is certain is that he was taken prisoner by the British in 1942 and in 1944 was in Manchester to spend their personal effects in one of the most luxurious brothels all ' time), she found herself face to the madness that had forced Carlina, one of the women with big hips that he so loved in the past. you, mad at the lack of news from him, he was convinced that no other man would have appreciated his waist, the buttocks are salted and hung with a rope in the cellar, until they were now some good prosciuttoni. found three months later who had eaten half was interned in what was the asylum of Guaffignano.
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