Convergence manifesto
My manifesto is a statement, inspiration, entertainment, resistance, truce, disagreement, pleasure, narrative, criticism… for the eye and ear. (Uh-huh is the only number since one ear went in, another one went out.)
The Manifest of the Convergence is written in the form of a kind of prose, which is similar to poetry in places. The text uses alliteration techniques to actually create a match. Je, Me, I — [I] — in French, English and Russian. Do, mi, la are notes that match the three me.
Convergence manifest
You can close your eyes with your eyes, your ears with your hands, but you can’t close your body with your senses. The blind will hear, the deaf will see, both will feel. Feelings in the brain, brains asking questions. The question is art. Art builds a dialogue: Thinks he’s asking. He’s talking. He’s showing. A demonstration of thought is an art. Issues, allegations, perplexations, disagreement, consent.
I want to touch the puddle. Feel its texture. Under the sole of my shoe. Don’t be afraid of touching the puppy or the heart. Repel the embarrassment of natural manifestations. You should be ashamed of your unbridled desire for violence in any form. We need to get rid of stigma, paedophilia, the intolerableness of men’s advice and other pressures. Slap in the slap, jump deep. The word is a gesture. And the gesture is the sound. The count only makes sense if it makes sense if you think it doesn’t make sense, use a calculator. We cling fiercely to the remnants of the past, calling it the proud word «history», refusing to realize that the present is the past and the future is the past. It’s only a matter of time before «when?» In pursuit of the status of a non-tucky, we forget that on the planet more than 7 billion don’t ducks together. We’re all re-assembly lego designer individual.
By adding a sip of top approval, you will destroy your perseverance. The rain knocks on the curtain and it’s equal to the sound of paint. We can’t see what’s inside. I’d tell you the truth, but the truth is amazing in its impossibility.
Je Me I Do Mi La you count from scratch, I don’t think that’s right. Je Me I Do Mi La Look over there. Turn around here. Je Me I Do Mi La I mean…
The exclamations are arbitrary. The transmission of data to third parties is urgent. ♪ Nitakusha is a man who thinks he’s different ♪
concept
The video of the manifesto is based on a combination of visuals and sounds. The fragments are either presented behind each other for illustrative comparison or replaced by one for full diving. The body mimics on Wednesday. Hands become branches, light through the foliage — a brilliance of waves. Everything in the world is unique and seems to be at the same time, which is the main contradiction.
