Unbroken Thread[s]

What if no one remembers?...

e se nessuno si ricorda?...

Underneath unearthed...

Order slips into order of a different kind...

Growth turns into decay turns into growth...

Landscape of incomplete, of unswept, of cut open, of gone...

The monument and its double...

Layers of dust turn into layers of time...

and yet, and yet remains...

what do we see because we want to see?...

ed era pure luce...

zero.............

nothing.............

 

We explore how stories of an extinct city, Ostia Antica, are excavated, interpreted, broken, transformed and transmitted.

Then we search for new ways to express the questions unearthed,

and question the relationship between forms that convey the non-verbal and forms that rely on language.

The project fosters unpredictable collaborations between artists, writers, scientists, scholars and landscapes from all times.

 

 

 

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In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas
corpora; di, coeptis (nam vos mutastis et illas)
adspirate meis primaque ab origine mundi
ad mea perpetuum deducite tempora carmen.


My heart brings me to sing of new
Bodies into which shapes were turned;
Gods, who forced them also to change,
Be good to my incipient work,
And lead my song, unbroken thread,
From the world’s birth right to my times.


Ovid, Metamorphoses
translated by René de Nicolay