Filmmaker and artist Marinella Senatore works with video, photography, drawing, installation and sound. In her projects, often developed in collaboration with institutions as museums and universities, she involves entire communities in the creative process (i.e. a community of retired miners from Enna, Sicily; more than 15000 citizens of Derby, UK; 300 Lower East Side residents, in NYC; 1200 citizens of Madrid, among others). The public is involved as co-writer, actor, set designer, camera operator, director…sharing time, experiences and skills, acquiring new knowledge in an atmosphere of ongoing workshop, in contact with the contents they find in their environment and according to the level of involvement and their backgrounds.Connecting personal events with collective processes, fact and fiction, her projects encompassed a whole variety of relations, something that involves negotiations, between the instigator (the artist), the participants, the geopolitical context, etc. negotiated in the public sphere, fostering the construction of an archive of shared narratives that creates a sense of community.
Ideas for survival
Find candid snapshots of strangers and reenact their pose while wearing some sort of furry uniform.
Pack a suitcase for a very long trip then go absolutely nowhere. Stay there for a while.
Write Tony Robbins a letter using only your teeth. In the letter make sure and compliment him on his teeth.
Approach someone on the street and ask them to give you directions to the place they were last.
Sink your feet into the cracks of a sofa and stand there for at least an hour.
Convince yourself that the world is coming to an end. Build upper body strength so you can scale tall buildings and mountains with the ease of an Olympian, eat only the food you've grown or killed yourself, spend an hour a day rotating your eyeballs to improve your vision. Call it the apocalypse diet. No cookbook required.
The Sleeping Creature
Due to lung crud buildup, Miss Beckett hasn't slept well in four nights, which means her mother and father haven't slept either. It's rough losing sleep. I feel like something wild accosted my eyeballs and dipped them into urine, then fire, then snow. I'm wobbly and weak and in desperate need of a nap. But that's the stuff of parenting isn't it?
I've been watching other creatures sleep. Living vicariously through their slumber. Absorbing their snores, mimicking their toss and turn. It's been a dream.