As the saying goes, all good things come to an end. Bad ones do too, FYI. Point being, we should experience both of them fully while they’re still ongoing because there is nothing worse than not living in the present. As often before, I am guilty of slipping into common proverbs and banalities but, I must say, I find them fascinating. After all, they are debatable mirrors of societies, to some extent (and I just love questioning them).
Anyhow, one day you might wake up in your next chapter not really sure how you got there or what happened in the previous one. So here I am, taking my time to reflect upon the first chapter of Vivee’s chronicles in the mesmerizing land of RCA.
The past month has been a journey full of peaks, in both directions, constantly juggling between the desire to push ourselves creating something new and outside our comfort zone and the frightening awareness of a possible complete failure waiting right around the corner. When my group and I chose the topic of uncertainty, we were looking forward to exploring the multitude of branches such tree presented itself with, but we quickly realized that our intriguing broad topic could have also so easily become our biggest enemy.
To me, the desire, or even just the curiosity, of possibly cheating death through creation, seemed one that the majority of people could understand and, to some extent, resonate with. After all, death is an undeniable reality of life, isn’t it? I might be wrong, but I keep being attached to this line of thinking. After long pondering and introspection, I realized that all the resistance I was feeling towards my individual response was linked to my own fears. Fear of being forgotten, fear of being misunderstood or just of being wrong.
Simultaneously, I wanted to create something different. This choice was so fundamental in itself that I realized the action had to be the focus of my artwork, therefore embracing the path of performative art. As I was frenetically taping and sealing my canvas in bubble wrap, I suddenly realized that what I was truly wrapping were my very own fears.
I can’t say whether I have succeeded in my delivery nor where this will lead me to, as it has been an experience particularly out of character for me. Certainly, it has opened the doors to a new line of thinking and a new dimension where any door should, or can, be opened and any uncertainty is more than welcomed to walk in.