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  • MANIFESTO I
  • MANIFESTO II
  • MANIFESTO III
  • INTRODUCTION
  • SEPARATION
  • LIMINAL SPACE
  • INTEGRATION
  • INTRODUCTION - LETTER
  • INTRODUCTION - TUNNEL SCORE
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  • Cezara-Maria Gurau
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  Wednesday, 21st of February 2024 23:23 52 degrees, 5 minutes, 51 seconds North; 5 degrees, 6 minutes, 19 seconds East. The night has settled. The sky is clear. The city is quiet. Mind flows through fingers. I am here. And, now, you are here as well, but on the other side. And while we are far away from each other, I hope distance will bring us closer. And as you continue to read, I welcome you in the in-between. What is the last dream you had that you can remember? Is there a dream you can never forget? For 3 years, I had a recurring dream. There was a house with the entrance on the back. A spiral staircase would lead to a massive old wooden door. Sometimes, it would open by itself. Other times, specific people would welcome me inside. Only on certain occasions I would open it myself. Once the way would be revealed, before me, there was always a very long, red corridor. Transitioning is always about taking the time and observing the movement; afterward, it is about noticing how you become it, how it transforms you. When I would least expect it, there was the door to the other side. From there, I could travel anywhere. After a while something changed. I was left only with its memory. For the second time, in the past 5 years, I decided to move away from the familiar, and root elsewhere. Little did I know back then, how much the spaces that we are in shape us. They offer a glimpse into ourselves. During the time I was beginning again, I would frequently close my eyes, and after a while, an endless underground tunnel would appear behind my eyelids. In the far distance, a light. Try as I might to reach it, it turned out to be impossible. The path would curve every time, forming a spiral. "Maybe you should stay more in the liminal", said Henny Dörr during a research presentation. And I did. Once the metaphor of this space was consciously and subconsciously embodied, I came closer to understanding the grounds of this (re)search: encountering spaces, facing oneself, and meeting the other.
• Cezara-Maria Gurau - TOWARDS A SCENOGRAPHY OF THE SELF - 2024
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