“If our heart were large enough to love life in all its detail, we could see that every instant is at once a giver and a plunderer, and that a young or tragic novelty – always sudden – never ceases to illustrate the essential discontinuity of time.” – Gaston Bachelard
Perhaps, a good starting point could sometimes be found not at the beginning, but right at the center of the argument, as long as the path is either one of return or one of continuation.
Between the secular walls of the oldest stone monument of Romanian civil architecture, the Udriste Nasturel Manor, we return to a state of preservation and, no less, of celebration, for we have lived to live, and that should be enough.
While the Festival is conceived as a feast of music and interflow, the art program breathes as a solemnization of the simple act of coming together, breathing and being in the same place, at the same time, leaving ghostly traces of our equally significant existence, not erasing, but reviving the memory of the stones that have survived us.
The title introducing this year’s festival theme and curatorial concept, WE LIVED GOOD LIVES, asks you for recognition. As the festival’s spirit will conjure gratitude for the mere privilege of being senseful and alive, the art exhibition will pay a tribute to memories, as a process and as a catalyst in tripping that most wanted and read about gratitude eTect.
For this is not only a Festival of Music and of Art. But a platform for manifestation, and expression for our most shared and basic needs.
From the need of singing out of tune together, grabbing bites and picnic vibes, or freaky dancing together, to the need of performing and being looked at, of reading out loud words scribbled on the phone and being listened to, of dipping in thought provoking art and stirring conversations, and eventually, of pure abandon and sensitive belonging.
“On earth we’re briefly gorgeous,” Ocean Vuong’s full-bodied words should stick to your memory like stinging bees on soft ice-cream.
‘It was mid-May and I remember one morning, watching myself day dreaming, summer and everything awaiting, already, burning, hot, sweaty, incensed, the beach, of course, the paper planes and the real planes, inflamed feet in neon sandals, so much nice smelling sun burnt skin, juicy fruits and salted water, people of memories and the memory of places, conquered, embraced, never forgotten, always remembered as songs on our lips. By the end of it, we would have lived the good lives.’
– Medina Pop, curator
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