My mother’s bedroom was mine during my childhood
I remembered that there was a time in which it was blue
under the white yellowed by nicotine
I peeled off the layers of time, driven by memories that insistently returned,
as if they wanted to preserve themselves and take care of their own survival
just like organisms do
underwater what hasn’t been dissolved is archived
underskin what hasn’t been dissolved is archived
in my bloodstream circulate foreign and familiar cells
belonging to the genealogy that has preceded me
maternal and foetal cells capable of repairing or destroying
cells apt to conserve fragments of their memories
fragments of another time
fragments of another I
Last Autumn I went back to the island
I wandered along the coast collecting insignificant fragments of scattered ceramics
abandoned remains coming from a flat surface
witness of the turmoil of time and places
fragments aiming at their inexact reconstitution
edgy and biting chips combining and decomposing over and over again
I cannot tell when the quiet linearity of time broke down
I cannot say when I started to understand the difference
between the normal, the acceptable, the convenient
cyclically I recalculate the ages of the protagonists of our story
I wonder how old was my mother at that time
probably the same age as me right now
Last October, in my mother’s house
I took the medical records of Piero’s first hospitalisations
I found dates, observations, diagnoses written in a barely legible handwriting
an awkward writing that tries to understand what is beyond control
a protocol that requires classification:
sospetta schizophrenia con delirio da depressione
disturbo della personalità con aspetti borderline
sospetta schizofrenia con delirio da superuomo
schizophrenia di tipo disorganizzato episodico
con sintomi relative rilevanti
from the Greek roots
Schizein: “to split”
“splitting of the mind”
The brain weights 1.400 kg
and it is constantly in communication with the 2 kg bacteria present in the guts
the absence of some species of bacteria
influences the human humours and behaviour
I will never know how many cells prone to splitting circulate in my/our body
is there a boundary between your story and my story?
are there separations in a common story?
is there a division between order and disorder?
fragments shreds fracture lifting tears splits hole fold cut ripscracks scratch flakingloss bleeding ripples
ridges crackle crazing crease splits stain shrinking blister burnschalking dent dimple faded soiling blooming
Brainstorm is the stratified fragment of a micro-digging aiming to wide the perception of subjectivity towards the idea of an eco-socio-biography..
Starting from the collective family experience of mental illness, the reflection is adressed to the process of rationalisation and understanding operated by sectioning the study object. The fragmented object risks to be perceived outside its system relations, inflicting a feeling of disjunction. However, the repair of the decomposed "ruin" might become the utopian place in which past and future converge and establish a dialogue.
Water, considered as an archive of memory, l'is the unifying and iclusive element that relates the pieces and, at the same time, evokes the human/non-human genealogy to which we belong.
Brainstorm est le fragment stratifié d'une micro-fouille qui souhaite élargir la perception de la subjectivité.
En partant de l'expérience collective familiale de la maladie mentale, la réflexion s'adresse au processus de rationalisation et compréhension qui s'opère en sectionnant l'objet d'étude. Ce dernier, dans sa fragmentation, risque de ne pas être perçu dans son système de relations et d'infliger un sentiment de disjonction. Cependant, la réparation de la "ruine" peut devenir le lieu utopique dans lequel le passé et le future peuvent converger et établir un dialogue.
En tant qu'archive de la mémoire, l'eau est l'élément unifiant et inclusif qui relie les morceaux et qui évoque en même temps, la généalogie humaine/non humaine dont nous faisons partie.