Current Issues: I Cry We Try
Weapons of mass healing that remain: hope, poetry and artistic anarchy
These are the times of ruptures. We are losing not only our privileges, but also precious criteria, notions, definitions. I feel that we are obliged to let go of our current way of life, because it’s oblivious and stupid. I cry. Yet, looking at the youth of the anti-capitalist environmental movement I catch a glimpse of hope. On the streets, in our minds, with friends, at cinemas – we try.
The program consists of artworks with two very particular qualities – the susceptibility for infinite interpretations and an eerie absence of nostalgia. The latter is not a mechanism for change, it’s just a mere amusement. Interpretations release the flow of constant reinventing, which is a crucial tool for thriving in life we don’t understand.
Hope is not the only panacea for souls sore from staring into the abyss and without a clue where to look for rescue. We are armed with poetry and anarchy, too. There is an abundance of the beautiful weave of these two in short films – the vehicles to take a ride into the unthinkable.
Curated by Joanna Ruta Baranowska