Global + Local = Glocal.
The word in itself is very glocal. Try yourself- find the translation in your own language. You’re in for a surprise! (except “strange” worlds such as e.g. Asiatic and Arabic countries- this word will not sound the same, but soon enough ‘glocal’ will be adapted in every culture as the word ‘mama’). It’s useless to say how this project emerged. But you’re invited to take part in the project “ I’m Going Glocal!”. A project made in collaboration with artists from different cultures and consists of the technical help of new medias: video, photo, sound, digital. The reason why excluding other fields of art e.g. painting, sculpture and drawings lies in the reason to explore the ‘universe’ of mass-media which is perhaps becoming the alter ago of our existence. From Gutenberg- an irreversible spiritual and technical revolution started (see ‘Gutenberg Galaxy’ by M. McLuhan) and from then on it seems like that the face of the earth and the style of our living has been categorically reshaped. So lets explore our glocal universe through the new medias. Let’s speak with our ‘fellow citizens’ just like the president of the white house can speak with every citizen in each’n’every home of the world (just an example). Through the media we can all communicate with each other in no time. Have we become a glocal tribe? ( see Global Village by M. McLuhan). The distinction between inner and outer space begins to shake now. The differences between being here or there is blurring, and borders are gradually being erased. The phenomena of being glocal ( e.g. European community, world community) is bearing its own responsibilities for growing the tendencies for feelings of national individual persona. Neither is there any claim to resolve those contradictions that have lead us here. But the search of identity seems aperture to launch a minimal phenomenology, a recognition of current cultural resources.
Yours Glocally
Curator Octavian Neagu &
Saskia Te Nicklin
© Fusion group
Jan. 2006 Copenhagen-Dk
KATHARSIS DEVELOPING PROJECT
Where are all the flowers gone? War splitter the world, death and living people are twisted in confusion about reason and meaning. Questions rises as forests; without end, cathedrals of branches and leaves, big frightening twisted roots block the path; no visible sky, no opening; an artificially planted jungle surround’ us. Where is the way out of this labyrinth? Why… …Why do flowers persistently grow?
