to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools.. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale.. told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.(Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5)
teatrino scientifico
Instead of human actors, the players are all buildings- rather language of buildings. The theater is scaled down to the size of a puppet's theater. But, there is also the clock.. a projection of time. The building's language that used to hold meaning, has no meaning anymore. All that is left is an analogy of fathomable forms; reminiscent to a projected past, but using modern materials. Tormenting itself in a continuous lack and desire, mourning a death that is never grasped- echoes of Heidegger's ungraspable Dasien?
teatrino scientifico
Instead of human actors, the players are all buildings- rather language of buildings. The theater is scaled down to the size of a puppet's theater. But, there is also the clock.. a projection of time. The building's language that used to hold meaning, has no meaning anymore. All that is left is an analogy of fathomable forms; reminiscent to a projected past, but using modern materials. Tormenting itself in a continuous lack and desire, mourning a death that is never grasped- echoes of Heidegger's ungraspable Dasien?
Aldo Rossi; theater of science 1978