Chaos - Sketches, drafts and reflections - Caos - Rabiscos, rasuras e reflexões

Glupt.org presents CHAOS – SKETCHES, DRAFTS AND REFLECTIONS From a window of a hotel room, a profusion of colors, labels and packages in movement. Watching, hearing, feeling… are endangered emotions. Distorted meanings of obsolete words. All of them are drafts, lies and inhospitable formulas. Believing is uninteresting. Dreaming, only during sleep. The only pleasures are illusions and the hope for the dawn. The nearly-blind society is fed by masks in days of Fridays, is bathed in perfume in mud puddles, is worn in silk in a pigsty. Where have Kaufman, Glauber and Nietzsche been? How much time will we wait for them? Through the watery glasses of a bus, life is presented taciturn, disguised of history, marble pillars and flowery parks. Meanwhile human beings are delighted in a feeling of power and welfare, disguised of power, need and futilities of the capitalist society. We walk as bulls and have relationships as cows. We want to be what we have and we are what we buy. We are canned, stereotyped, spoiled beings. Our smallest defect is the absence of personality and our greatest strength is the other. Children are born with violence in the veins and the frenzy for competition in the blood. That would be a natural animalistic instinct, if not for the parents’ contribution. Parents who project on their children all of that they could not be, have, live. In the wild life, an animal feeds on another to survive. In our way of life, we feed on others to be someone. We are the Creator’s children and the creators of destruction. We give up on the ability of thinking for a society that does not think. Of a stupid and inhuman society that discriminates its own race, its own flesh, its own skin. You are the society Every minute, new recipes for health and longevity. Who cares about living longer? Eighty, ninety, one hundred? Why? While you eat salmon, there is someone eating ***. A dish can be as tasty as another. While you eat ***, there is someone eating salmon. A dish can be as despicable as another. No matter the quality of the product, what matters is the honesty of your mouth. The tourist’s hand, the camera’s eye and the city in the background. Bags, packages, gifts. Pseudo-joy, pseudo-happiness, pseudo-life? We are all pseudo tourists, but tourists from the present life. The immensity of the buildings, and the littleness of the builders. A single stage of disguised and confused characters. Many languages and only one history. Gardens of false poetry, sentences without respect, useless metaphors, convenient criticism. A century marked by appearance. A century marked by barriers and illusion. A SOCIETY THAT CARES ABOUT IMAGE, AND HAS NO INTEREST IN WORDS In the surroundings of clichés, artists still try to embellish what has left from the shadows of the day. Unnecessarily and provided by the most profound naivety. In vain, they create without the slightest knowledge of the public. In vain, they create as if they were puppets of their own existence. Trying to earn some and survive in the depths of their navels. HUMANITY IS IN CHAOS Artists are like grains of sand into a small broken hourglass. A Film by Jef