There is a tacit understanding between the people and the world they live in, we lay down rules of interpretation, objects are assigned to conventional meanings, which should define the use and existence, so that they can not run out a safety limit, and melt in a multi-directional ambiguity.
A port is a port, only a unanimous decision, which creates a chain of meanings to surface.
But if you stop a moment more, if you let the patina of rules for the use of flimsy face reality, then you look at the door, we are concerned, is called by name, but without the latter sense.
We realize that this is just a sound that is mentioned, not the object itself, and you find that bridged the space between reality and its reproduction, the interpretation of it that we constantly.
never look actually reality, but the bond that develops between her and us observers, the way that we, the use we make of it, determines the tangibility, the truth, the very existence.
But if you stop a madman and acknowledges that the sense of reality is given by an arbitrary decision and not absolute, that an object exists only for that decision, then be released from the keys of interpretation, observe what he can not remember a thing before serving.
Photos from the set of a little short to me and Giulia realizate Trincardi for a school project. Coming
video.
