Triste in English from Spanish
Event
I started working on this piece based on my own sadness, trying to touch the sadness of the world in general from there - playing touch and go with me touching - but I went around the world to come back to my personal sadness, in the end. “The more you run from something, the closer it remains.” I'm not just sad, I also get all mixed up and give myself the runaround.
Why sad? Why not? How not to be a living thing and not get sad about the state of the world? How can you not be even sadder when you are already sad, by nature, as a result, default or due to genetics?
I realised that the discourse of this piece, both in what I wrote to say, is rooted in a concept, or artistic movement (could it be?) which I called: Psycho-Poetics of the Browser (Zizek, eat your heart out). I realised that, over the course of our long investigation, I gathered fragments, sentences, ideas, searches, which pointed to a reflection on the state of the world (the world must end!) and on the state of people, particularly women, regarding the world and Earth, an increasingly less natural planet. My roots are eco-feminist, eco-queer, holistic-philosophical, strange, deep. Those roots unearthed other treasures, rather serious, not so serious, absurd, vulnerable, in a kind of anatomy of sadness, as a generating space, a sharing space, a space that generates pain and hope. Hope in what? I'm not sure, I don’t have answers, but if one were to insist, I would say: in love.
Looking at sadness and death in the eye is not easy, but it is necessary. So as to live better, if not peacefully, at least in an interesting way. “Do you want to be a happy or an interesting person?” Between the shock and awe of everyday life. — Sonia Baptista
Why sad? Why not? How not to be a living thing and not get sad about the state of the world? How can you not be even sadder when you are already sad, by nature, as a result, default or due to genetics?
I realised that the discourse of this piece, both in what I wrote to say, is rooted in a concept, or artistic movement (could it be?) which I called: Psycho-Poetics of the Browser (Zizek, eat your heart out). I realised that, over the course of our long investigation, I gathered fragments, sentences, ideas, searches, which pointed to a reflection on the state of the world (the world must end!) and on the state of people, particularly women, regarding the world and Earth, an increasingly less natural planet. My roots are eco-feminist, eco-queer, holistic-philosophical, strange, deep. Those roots unearthed other treasures, rather serious, not so serious, absurd, vulnerable, in a kind of anatomy of sadness, as a generating space, a sharing space, a space that generates pain and hope. Hope in what? I'm not sure, I don’t have answers, but if one were to insist, I would say: in love.
Looking at sadness and death in the eye is not easy, but it is necessary. So as to live better, if not peacefully, at least in an interesting way. “Do you want to be a happy or an interesting person?” Between the shock and awe of everyday life. — Sonia Baptista
