10 Delírios em 10 Sutras
On one side, things are so complicated that the texts, that once translated reality into news or documentaries of their current times (and which in the future would be a script of today), became now an irregular texture full of folds, holes and contradictions. Texts today are written continuously by millions of people and ejected in real time into a transparent public space, existing in black boxes, the servers, infinitely bigger on the outside than on the inside. Our “scripts of reality” are now a ripped texture, a topographic map of sinkholes, with a unique notation: the word “rupture”, [text+rupture=texture], defining things at the moment that they cease to be.
On the other side, a more tranquil space, infinitely larger inside than outside (like Doctor Who’s Tardis, as a proof that this is possible). Space of little changes, where the mathematical disorder [text+rupture=texture] from the outside becomes nothing more than a radio playing in the background, at a neighbor’s house, on a sunny Sunday in the city of São Paulo – while we bake bread. Suddenly, the scenes get exchanged and the calm image approaches a vision of what is natural. And the other, the overloaded one, looks more like what happens inside of our minds. Initially it is a binary order, and gradually the situations repeat within themselves: like a box inside another box, inside other disorienting and pulsating boxes.
Image and concept by Marcia Vaitsman
Sound by Cristiano Moro