Contemporary Laboratory, Spectacle conference Look, Imagine, Listen, Feel. Casa Daros, December 12, 2014. Photo: Tania Kolker

House 3 – The Island

Luan Machado, Bia Lopes and Rafa Éis

(LOOK AT THE ISLAND) (LOOK AT THE ISLAND)
(LOOK AT THE ISLAND) (LOOK AT THE ISLAND)

If you lash out. If you deny it, island yourself you will
The mind cleans the concrete jungle
ISLAND: an experience
This is no place for fear, this is a place for changes
Everybody in a boat towards the island, a space for love-exchange-creation.
The island(us), pure improvisation of daily life.
Laboratory post-immersion shipwreck, resulting in politically democratic actions. The construction of a public space into urban sound landscape.
Primitive beings meet the patterns of modern life. The wild essence that flourishes from the concrete. Hope in the middle of chaos. Inner peace is attained when crossing the street.

LOOK at the island, GET IN the island, LIVE in the island, CONNECT YOURSELF to the island.”

Luan Machado

Multitude Sea
Bia Lopes

Contemporary Laboratory, Look, Imagine, Listen, Feel. Casa Daros, December 12, 2014. Photo: Jessica Gogan.

Where the outside can become the freedom, the overflow. To exceed the limits and connect other dimensions in universes, which are in front of our eyes but are easily forgotten. The island was the outside many of us wanted. But how can we seek this outside? An archipelago made out of Portuguese stones with poles and a public phone. Was the phone the communication we were lacking or the one we were repudiating? The cars, the people, the city and that island in the middle of it all. Experiencing the island was trying to remind us that we are alive and we feel alive, remind us of the senses and the sensations, which no longer live in our bodies, wrecked in the sea of the multitude.

The island that connects
Rafa Éis

Contemporary Laboratory, Look, Imagine, Listen, Feel. Casa Daros, December 12, 2014. Photo: Jessica Gogan.

The island emerged from the unpredictability of our encounters. Creating forms of doing that made any expected result impossible became our modus operandi. I see the island as one of the strongest and most political actions in our spectacle conference. The flows that have been dislocating people to the countryside are noteworthy. These people don’t agree anymore with the market thinking that captures desires, subjectivities and relations in big cities. In this migration process there are many artists of different languages, free thinkers, families which try to invent non-dominant forms of education, groups that decide to produce their own food. In other words, a multiplicity that seeks a connection with the land and a break in the socioeconomic system that feeds like “parasites” on life. The island seemed to be this place where vectors of potency converge that question the increasing aridity of the big metropolis. A place created with bamboo, sisal ropes, sun tea, exchange of knowledge, straw mats, Urucum painting, and non-planned conversations. It was planted as a life seed in a piece of stone surrounded by asphalt-rivers and lifted up under pole-trees. Contrary to what might be suggested, the island invented itself as a place of intense connections between people in the middle of an apartment jungle.