2021-02-12
== 2021-02-12 == Imagine
I’ve been trying to imagine a place where we
can sit around a perpetual fire, welcomed by
hay sofas, only with a sky above our head. I’ve
been imagining a place where it is possible to lie
down on a lawn enriched with sculptures, where
you can simply listen to the rustle of
the stream. And again, I’ve been wondering
about a garden where books are hidden among
the flowers, accompanied by slightly diffused
music. A radio that bridges this isolated but real
landscape with the rest of the world. Streams
of images reflected on windows yellowed by
time. Colourful posters dancing on the stone
walls of the villages. But also Signora Maria
preparing tortellini, surrounded by exotic curious
faces. A group of adventurous people discovering
the local stones and plants. A small shelter
of branches in the middle of the wood. A warehouse
on the river transformed into a dancefloor.
An old theatre animated by projections
and dancing figures.
