milena carbone
Exhausted in the dance hall
This is a very confusing time for me. I feel more and more alienated from the world, from the people around me who live as if nothing had happened. As if nothing was happening. As if tomorrow won't be even worse. And worse with each passing year. As if it wasn't written, as if, for twenty years, reason hadn't been shouting at us to slow down. How can we still say that everything will be fine and do nothing, or so little?
As if there were no soldiers devoured by war, no forests devoured by fire, no poor people devoured by the rapacity of a few jet-setters who, from the top of their clouds, make the earth burst. I have the impression of being the only one to see, to live what unfolds before my frightened eyes. I feel like I am a fool, or surrounded by fools. It's not the work that exhausts me. It's the human species.
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"A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying: You are mad, you are not like us."
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I hid myself in creation. Introspective, Blind, Living picture #2 and #3, Proverb, and the projects to come... I'm going through them without a break. There is a great mess in my life, in my head, in my soul. I thought recently that a light soul should be full of bumps, stripes and bruises.
Yet every day is the happiest day of my life.
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Milena Carbone's art studio
Novels - art photography - dance performance
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Exhausted in the dance hall
This is a very confusing time for me. I feel more and more alienated from the world, from the people around me who live as if nothing had happened. As if nothing was happening. As if tomorrow won't be even worse. And worse with each passing year. As if it wasn't written, as if, for twenty years, reason hadn't been shouting at us to slow down. How can we still say that everything will be fine and do nothing, or so little?
As if there were no soldiers devoured by war, no forests devoured by fire, no poor people devoured by the rapacity of a few jet-setters who, from the top of their clouds, make the earth burst. I have the impression of being the only one to see, to live what unfolds before my frightened eyes. I feel like I am a fool, or surrounded by fools. It's not the work that exhausts me. It's the human species.
----
"A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying: You are mad, you are not like us."
----
I hid myself in creation. Introspective, Blind, Living picture #2 and #3, Proverb, and the projects to come... I'm going through them without a break. There is a great mess in my life, in my head, in my soul. I thought recently that a light soul should be full of bumps, stripes and bruises.
Yet every day is the happiest day of my life.
---
Visit The Carbone Studio
Milena Carbone's art studio
Novels - art photography - dance performance
Web : The Carbone Studio News