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Against the suspension of time and physical isolation, the work activates a process of circulation that brings together what is separated. Creative subjectivities intersect, overlap and intermingle, creating a planetary choreography. As the world falls down, the work rebuilds it. Each gesture interacts with the other, affects and is affected, contaminates and is contaminated, in a transforming game of affections. It is a work, then, that emerges from movement and remains moving, that is why it resists all emplacement.
When the work appears, becomes visible, it is always as a ghost, as a record of something that escapes. Here its rebellious and vital character: transgressing the mandates of asepsis, social distance, geopolitical borders and also the rules of art. Work that disconcerts the form, the discourse and the authorship; work that is pure relational action. ___
The poetry book Theogony, written by Hesiod in VII BC, describes the beginning of the universe and the lineage of the gods of Greek mythology. According to this text, Chaos is the first thing that existed and gave rise to other deities. The cosmogonic figure of the Earth is also posterior to Chaos, which is why many considered it to be the daughter of Chaos.The state of emergency makes the body tremble. The dead are still numbers. The world has ceased to function, or is functioning in a way that seems chaotic to us. Perhaps the world is revealing its true character, so says the French philosopher Bruno Latour. That it was never an organism, nor an ordered system composed of parts that fulfill a function. There is no engineer regulating the interactions, nor a cause leading to a result. “Life is more chaotic than economists and Darwinians had imagined,” he says. That the earth is a living entity, a “nice little jumble” -that’s what he calls it--, where thousands of actors interact and modify each other. This interaction produces “waves of action” that do not respect any border or fixed scale. These waves, he says, are the real actors.
When we replace the idea of a system or an organism with the idea of “waves of action” chaos becomes natural. We look at the complexity of the living: millions of related parts whose interactions do not respond to the laws of causality, nor are they visible to our eyes. There are too many hidden variables that prevent us from understanding the whole. We are part of an interdependent, diverse, uncertain, random network; we move in temporality and are always recreating ourselves, in a state of emergency (in the double sense of urgency and birth).
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Perhaps what we call chaotic is simply that which we cannot understand from rational logic. In order to transit uncertainty without fear, it would be necessary to accept the limits of reason: to make a crack in the language.
The artistic project Let Us Drink New Wine, Together! reproduces, in a way, the performativity of the Earth. “If it is an opera, it depends on constant improvisation that has neither score
nor outcome,” Latour would say. The work is process, daughter of necessity and chance: it entangles itself with the vital and celebrates entropy.
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Choral work: the feeling is expressed collectively. Here Mikhail Bakhtin, philosopher of language. This Russian spoke of polyphony by studying the works of Dostoevsky, where voices are superimposed.
The individual self merges into a plural entity that is traversed by language: it is the political subject that interacts and blends. Place of affection. Art is activated in contact.
The idea of authorship creeps under the sign of the question, for it comes to reaffirm the fantasy of the organism made of isolated parts, of individual brains that invent things. Like Latour, Bakhtin says that we are members of a plot in movement. Later Roland Barthes will say that the work does not belong to the author, but to the culture, because it is the product of a history of thoughts and images that are exchanged and remembered. What speaks is language, and not the author. Perhaps language is that wine that we will drink, each time, together.
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