I think the point here is how much "bare life" is to feel yourself constrained, privated of your right to dissent, lacking your "citizenship". We gathered a lot of anger and a lot of passion, it's a bit difficult for me today to wake up the passion of a 19 years old girl in a woman of 53, but that's the challenge, to moce yourself between your own memory, the collective memory and the fiction and the narrative. Sarat Maharat wrote something wonderful about Memory and we met and discuss my project, to write about the prison in Aganbem terms, seeing it as a testimony finding it's place between the documentary and the literary. Ana
On Jul 7, 2006, at 8:12 AM, Ana Valdes wrote:
> the fields, move around stones to place and move them again, the > Sysiphous work, I did it.
In your snippet I can see a whole art work.
Richard Serra the sculptor tells a story of how, when he was a rambunctious young man, his father would punish him by making him move a huge pile of dirt by hand from one location of their back lot to another location. When he was done, he and his father had an aesthetic discussion about it's location. If they agreed the pile was in the right place he was finished his task. If not he would move the pile to the agreed properly aesthetic position.
G.H. Hovagimyan http://nujus.net/gh/ http://post.thing.net/gh/
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