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WORDS WORDS WORDS ARE DECORATIVE SOUNDS

 

2019
(Video-installatie, 8")

Editor

Regie: Giovanni Giaretta

De video van Giovanni Giaretta onderzoekt de complexe verhouding tussen taal en culturele identiteit. In plaats van taal te zien een simpel communicatiemiddel, laat de video zien dat taal een virus kan worden die elkaar besmet en zo nieuwe identiteiten en geografische gebieden creëert. 

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Words Words Words Are Decorative Sounds

 

My English is an illness that I caught in my late adolescence.
An assembled language, reconstructed from song titles and lyrics that are glued together in order to form a mnemonic collage.

Words are decorative sounds more than they are traps to capture and organise meanings.

Words, words, words are decorative sounds… 

Imagination bridges gaps in understanding,
while fantasising about a word can reveal different perspectives about it.

Lullaby is definitely one of my favourite English words.

L-U-L-L-A-B-Y

I am always happy whenever I can use the word lullaby in a discussion.

I recall all times that I have casually used the word lullaby.
There have been 16 of them.

I also like very much:

                            M-O-O-N
CAR-CASS
                                           TOUR-NI-QUET
           ANYTHING


If a language is born in a precise geographical location
There comes a moment in which geography is transformed into history.

Tristan de Cunha is the most remote inhabited archipelago in the world,
2,400 km from the nearest continental landmass.
The first settlers on the island were sailors who came from Scotland, England, the Netherlands, the United States and Italy. Until today, the population has maintained the surnames of the founding fathers of the community. The language spoken on the island is the result of a complex crossbreeding of linguistic viruses from which the authenticity of the original English language has irremediably fallen ill.
Apparently, my English embraces the most common grammatical errors that are part of the dialect spoken on the island.
In some hidden nook of my discourse, various vague images of that land are evoked by my language.

Within the first breath of a word a new geography starts.
Within the first breath of a word a new geography starts.
Within the first breath of a word a new geography starts.
Within the first breath of a word a new geography starts.
Within the first breath of a word a new geography starts.
Within the first breath of a word a new geography starts

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