The recuperation of the city locality and the belonging, under the shade of the Corona pandemic.
In my eyes, The City has a skeleton formed by its grid of streets, passes and squares.
Over this skeleton I image that there is “a skin” with thousands of skin cells. Cells of culture and trade, leisure and wandering around. They represent the “locality and the belonging” and they are renewing and wearing out from time to time.
The skin of the city is holding the skeleton from falling apart. The skeleton “feeds” the skin’s cells with oxygen.
Sometimes, in rare events such as the Corona pandemic, the skin begins to fall apart. Dozens of skin’s cells are drifting in every direction and a new skin cells emerge. The new skin is less naive, foreign and a little strange, maybe more mature.
The drifting skin’s cells are like long wooden blocks, on each one is engraved the name of a local business /cultural place which ceased to exist. “The wooden blocks” gradually disintegrated in the urban space and in the meanwhile redefined it, for a future of urban belonging, locality and mutual responsibility.
This composition facilitates to climb on it, to lie down on it and rest on it and eat. Doing this, one can feel alone or together with others.
