Invitation,
Playground Theatre (linkerarm,
rechteroor), Sara Pessoa solo exhibition,
Galerie de Zwarte Panter,
Antwerp, 2007
(“Playground theatre” is a partial quote from essay about Sara
Pessoa’s work 'Scheme planning & enactment left until after-the-fact
alongside pre-event advance erasure saved-up for later on'
Introduction, ‘Playground
Theatre (linkerarm, rechteroor)’, Sara Pessoa solo exhibition, Galerie de
Zwarte Panter, Antwerp, 2007.
Text, ‘Scheme planning and
enactment left until after-the-fact alongside pre-event advance erasure saved-up
until later on’,
http://nonopessoa.com/
artist’s website, Nono Pessoa, Antwerp, 2007
http://nonopessoa.com/
artist’s website, Nono Pessoa, Antwerp, 2007
Scheme planning and enactment
left until after-the-fact alongside pre-event advance erasure saved-up for
later on
Many long slow waits (subject
to delays, postponement and cancellation) for rare swift brief suddenness
(availability permitting) occur, from even before 1st ever false-start begun,
then beyond last finalisation stage has since ended –and throughout every incidental
process, experience, action and movement over duration somewhere in between.
Incomplete, yet recognisable
fragments appear and vanish, shrunken and bulging, in inconclusively ongoing
states of loss and sinking, emergence and recovery, dematerialization and
haunting. Drastic falling apart and collapse mainly due to not much more than
very little indeed. Growth back up again and rebuilding-programme commences.
Traces and remains, entered,
kept on and staying behind attract additional input; former presences and
activity confirmed, which return or get replaced sometime; some, still the same
and unchanged, while the rest end up becoming completely different.
Playground theatre allows self
scripted and directed entertainments, sport, games and puzzles to be staged.
Dry, fading, dull, stale and
tired desert (inducing dehydration and burning far off) and adjoining used-up
industrial-wasteland meet, chemically overreact and volcanically erupt. Deep
empty crater floods; soon, well fills, rising high; swallowed, drowning,
sunken. Clear and fresh ditches and puddles spraying fountain jets send down
waterfall cascades.
Nearby, marshes and farmland
contract open grave and mineshaft epidemic. Molehill iceberg burial-mounds
arise. Marvels and wonders, despite being born already crumbling and rusty, but
waterproofed, non-absorbent and insoluble enough that they reject liquids
altogether. Skulls, bones and skeletons build their nest amongst firewood
haystacks; dust, ashes and debris grow wild; pot-pourri crops are harvested;
product matures, attaining wholesale standard quality.
Often, such neighbouring
realms overlap; around surrounding edges, cross-threaded and misregistering
mortis-joints and multi-stitches link them up; places serve as carpet
underneath and drapery above the next one along; sometimes, vice clamps and
bolt rivets hold everything together and in position. Whenever cracks appear,
parts went missing, patches wore away and nothing was put in is where features
belonging to either terrain show through outer surfaces.
Agreed borders boast
aquarium-tank aviary-cages; conservatories, crammed almost solid with floral
rainforests, which squirm and writhe; exotic birds, tropical fish, butterflies,
reptiles, amphibians, pondlife and other creatures explore trees and rock-pool
coral-reefs; crystal and lapidary chandelier jewellery-display constellation
circuits glow, shine, sparkle and flash, bright and sombre. Illumination these
lanterns provide mostly generated by actual contents and occupants, not any
external energy or light-sources –themselves highly dependent on this
power-supply.
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