random-impressions:

Over The City by Marc Chagall

[Ludo:] “…impossible…impossible…impossible…It took them all…no one is left here…but the city is still standing…unterminateable sheets between silent building and bits of buildings after the Blitz…Holding us…we down…pulling us…me down by the feet…I…We will get out…of ourselves…start running…keep running…I…We…will get out…if we run around it…a 1000 times…we will get over it love…and be back on time for dinner…”

[Andre:] “…mental disorder…roaming through the city…compulsion for digging holes…through walls…send dust crumbling down…crumbling disorder…climbing over…falling down…standing up…this order…disorder…”

[Sebastian:] “…But what shall we eat..? What shall we drink..? There is no fresh water…everything is all flotsam and jetsam…only we have remained…along with these walls…these precious walls that once held us apart…I remember clambering and climbing over…being stopped…countless times…now there are no questions…we kept waving at them…looking up to their spinning blades…what choice did we have..?We will overcome…We will over climb and run down the bricks to finer powder..reeling in dust clouds as we storm past…each foot fall taking over till…Look up!…and I looked up…We were taking off..hoisting each other over the edge of the end of the end of this world…this city…this painted city…”

[Texts from DRY RUN #14 exercise books by the [collective] in response to the painting and performing against the Graficitti wall]