The CloudForest Performance by Valeria Montti Colque
09.03.2019 at 13:00
The little dreamer comes walking
He is handsome
A well-dressed man
Sits down and fish
One night without stars in loneliness
He fishes dreams
Every human being is a universe
His body is his planet
He sees the other planets but they don't see him
Just a black dark wild cloud they see
The mountain stands motionless
The dreamer walks around on his planet
Around and around
How should they ever see him
The planet is hard as stone
A black dark cloud embraces him
As if a monster is carrying him
Or is it his shadow
Or A mother who rocks her child
The only one who sees him is the night
The night is singing for him
Her voice caresses him tenderly
He falls in love with the night
There is the dream!
Lays down at the foot of the mountain
On his bed of suitcases
Feeling the drops of rain in the face
Ready to travel
Crossing galaxies and the universe
Ready to dream
The mountain is watering him
One day he will be a beautiful flower
The mountain is pushing his journey forward
The sun wakes up
The mountain is playing with the sun in the sky
It smells good
Cloud branches in the horizon
Suddenly there, the dream sparkles
The clouds rays
Seeds grows from the darkness
The uttermost beautiful rose
The text performed by geologist Bjarte Hannisdal
Think for a moment... think for a moment, and consider that in just a handful of soil, there are more living organisms than there are stars in our galaxy.
And deep down in the crust of the Earth there are ancient organisms, tiny cells, buried alive, just sitting there waiting - some of them almost as old as the dinosaurs but still alive - and still waiting, quietly.
Consider that trapped inside our own bodies are remnants of the entire history of the Earth. The red color of our blood is a reminder of an ancient time, when life truly transformed the young Earth and caused its surface to rust.
One of the tiny organisms that lived in that ancient time now lives inside every cell in our body and is an inseparable part of us. Even deep inside our brain cells, these ancient microbes swarm towards the contact point between neurons and help us to perceive, and to create memories.
The human brain is often described as a kind of computer, but perhaps it is better described as a kind of ecosystem. And conversely, a living ecosystem, like the soil beneath our feet, may one day be considered a kind of brain.
Once we begin to tell the story our own deep history, we may begin to understand the world we are a part of.
A world of connections and interrelations.
A world in which the climate shapes the forest, and the forest shapes the climate.
A world in which we are both a cause and a consequence.
To see ourselves in the world is to look into a kaleidoscope of shifting roles and paradoxes of contrast:
Between resilience and vulnerability.
Between ritualistic repetition and irreversible change.
Through the kaleidoscope, you can glimpse the connections between the smell of the sea, the shape of the mountain, and the rhythm of your heart, beating