LUCA VALENTE, Film & Video major, writes: The sun rises from the horizon blinding early morning commuters. A new day. A day of possibility, a day of change, a day of boredom, a day of consistency, a day of birth, a day of death, a day of risk, a day of interaction, a day of communication, a day of silence, a day of responsibility, a day of beauty, a day of worry, a day of amazement, a day of hope, a day of loss, a day of adventure, a day of repose, a day of life...
Miles across a vast spherical mass the sun hides beneath the horizon and artificial light illuminates the late-night wanderer. The end of a day. A day of possibility, a day of change, a day of boredom, a day of consistency, a day of birth, a day of death, a day of risk, a day of interaction, a day of communication, a day of silence, a day of responsibility, a day of beauty, a day of worry, a day of amazement, a day of hope, a day of loss, a day of adventure, a day of repose, a day of life...
Here or there. Chicago or Shanghai. Past or present. Male or female. Catholic or Buddhist. French or Italian. Cancer or flu.
What changes?
Why?
Do the differences bring us apart or rather bring us even closer together?
Where is the answer? In art. In the heavens. In our hearts. In our blood. In Chicago. In Shanghai. In Venice. In Perth. In a tumor. In the sun. In the stars. In our minds. In our hands. In our wants. In our skin. In our culture. In our eyes.
The sun rises as the sun sets...
