lucas bambozzi
Idéias
Accepting world in all its different words.
“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak,” “The wine is strong, but the meat is rancid.” meaning=Bedeutung < > Meinung=opinion lake=See < > Lake=brine gift=Geschenk < > Gift=poison art=Kunst < > Art=way, sort, kind
A closed suitcase, an opened proposal. 3 months leaving all behind. Asking myself what would happen ------ if ----if ----Me, my suitcase and the ---------- of the new covered by the old.
With the lack of words
to create images to represent common misunderstandings
as in false friends there ainâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t no false cognates = all friends are from different roots as in false smiles as in false movements as in false portraits as in false landscapes as in false decisions false cognates/ false friends was a first attempt to deal with the local context
reversing windows, swapping private spaces, exchanging contexts. basic questio
ons: ‘what do you mean by contemporary art in Bad Ems?’
And what was only words shall also become images. And what should be a perso
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visit n.1 ?
visit n.3
visit n.2
visit n.5
swapping windows, swapping sides _shared web. http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=6552E1C3D3ABA33A _own web. www.lucasbambozzi.net
onal story itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s now part of everyone.
? visit n.4
visit n.6
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? visit n.7
bad ems. city. rheinlandpfalz _substantives: bad . [banho] . bath _shared web. http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=6552E1C3D3ABA33A _own web. www.lucasbambozzi.net
Underwater. A sad silence. No clear mesures anymore. Slow, finally
Then deviation becomes real life, wondering about what will ease all the desperate hearts. Overthere, behind the curtain, beyond the calm faces and beautiful facades, we can hear the train stuck in our brains.
then I started to inspect punctualities (...)
checking actions. time and place at a particular point, in time. always.
Impossível repetir, mas já não consigo esquecer. Estava na estação, esperando por você. Você não sabe, mas eu tinha planos, queria muito mais, juntos. Então você chegou e o desencontro nos atravessou como o ruído do trem da manhã, na janela do quarto. E não aconteceu. Não como queríamos, talvez nunca
one by one...
mais.
on time, once more.
I ask myself what stays? Would it be the stories written in a diary that will never be r
read? Would it be the internal perception or memories that can never be reached?
slip.de
mariaâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s lif [is your life like a film?]: doing what is possible to do a surprisingly unveiled past. a tense present... on the web: www.lucasbambozzi.net or talk to her: mariaslife@web.de
Do you think my life is special enough to make a film? And must oneâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s story be so
This one goes to Berlin. is your life like a film?
Tomorrow you will leave Germany and all the bad things you recorded you have it on video and you will take it away from me to Brazil and it’s not in here, and it’s not in me anymore. And now I feel cleaned and I can start again. So you helped me and now it’s up to you to make the best of it.
o special? or can it be a normal life? Must it be something very interesting?
www.slip.de
[not anymore!]
lucas bambozzi . lives in são paulo, brazil. works in são paulo and elsewhere.
credits: catalogue design: Paloma Oliveira (pre)texts: Lucas Bambozzi, Maria Müller, Paloma Oliveira thanks to: Joachim Bernauer, Carminha Gongora, Lucas Gervilla, Rainer Hoffmann, Chus Martinez, Tobi Mayer, Angela, Maria Müller, Paloma Oliveira, Daniéle Perrier, Barbara Wille to Kekei, with love.