A banana is kind of a fruit growing in its own can.
After reminiscing about old cans, I return to the present, and continue to pixelate the cans in my house. I think this is my favourite so far! Coconut milk. Important to ad to every bunkering-kit!
Last part of my memories of “Memories from a parallel future”: PAYING THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL
I collect cans, shoot them and gather the shells in jars. I enclose. To protect and hide. To keep, portion and ration. I put the beetroot’s broken bones in a cast and shoot it to pieces that wither and dry. I plant seeds in cans of glass and water them with saturated salt water.
The thing is: we are the descendants of the survivors. In every catastrophe, every time in history when humans have done horrible things to stay alive, our ancestors have survived. Every last one of them. Somehow that doesn’t cheer me up.
Part 4 of my memories of “Memories from a parallel future”: SURVIVING
Depletion of resources always leads to violence. We know this, but still we keep nibbling at the earth a little chunk at a time. What do we plan to do when there is nothing left?
During crises rituals become more important to people, we cling to the known and safe. The thought that something has been done the same way, over time, by many people, fill objects, movements and words with meaning and function. We become actors and participants in a wider context, we don’t have to choose – the ritual is already set in its form.
How do we survive today in a way that is worth its price tomorrow?
Part 2 of my memories of Memories from a parallel future: PRESERVING.
What has been collected needs to be preserved. Salt is an edible stone that is soluble in water. You sprinkle it on your food and in disappears into it and completely alters the taste. Once a culture has discovered salt, there is no going back. Salt has long been used for preserving food, next to drying and smoking. It preserves life (our’s) because it kills life (what would otherwise live in our food). Kind of like hand sanitiser.
Next pixelated food container done!
Shut inside my apartment, awaiting better days, I bead the cans before I eat them.
To be continued.