Anonymous citizen, Bologna - Italy
What happens to art if it becomes a pure commercial value ?
What if art practices, creative processes and drifting abilities are asked to fit the desire of official institutions and private corporations to show off ?
What if this embezzlement of art objects and creativity transforms into a norm, i.e. a common agreement (between producers and customers), whose use has broadened to an international level ?
What if art is turned into a digitalised value (meaning a transfer of computerized datas from a bank account to an other one), whose only aim is to stroke one's ego, on both side ?
In front of the main financial poles, which draw the current map of the dispatching of the powers (slightly threatened by a temporary crisis at the moment), a substantial offensive could consists in developping an other kind of map.
Copenhagen_Berlin_NewYork_Athens_Paris...Cairo_Napoli_Venezzia...Severobaïkalsk_Salanches...
Individuals, artists, journalists, designers, choregraphers, everywhere, from capitals to hamlets, gathering through various modes of communication, internet, galleries, training centers, mobile phones. Here, there, the diverse strata of the space, which constitute our present world, have to be investigated : from the underground cables to urban dwellings and browsing on the world wide web.
Wikipedia_Facebook_Dailymotion_Blogspot...
And building up, by the association of all the possible know-how a hybrid body. Mobile, labile, explorative : the octopus. A curious entity, moving forward into all gaps and footholes of the instances of power and sucking from these black holes its energy, for a new empowering experience. Sucking-pads tracking any appearances and sceneries, and shapeless tentacules overgoing the effective global norm.
The kisses of the octopus are transgressing the robotised normative system.
A counter-trendy art is activated.
Pulpo love is on.
