A concert called landscape
'It's a foggy day in the fall, my surroundings have vanished into mists. Later in the morning the sky clears up, I can look further, trees and houses take on sharper contours. At noon the sun finally breaks through, the clouds drift apart, and the horizon widens to the distant line in which all things are united in a great connection: the world has become a landscape'. (from: Philosophy of the Landscape of Ton Lemaire at AMBO)
Our first landscape doesn't necessarily have to be a barren mountain, the vast sea or forests in exuberant greenery. It's also the attic at grandma's, a corner of the garden or your grandfather's stall. And maybe that first landscape will become the framework of our gaze once and for all.
In a concert called landscape Josse De Pauw raises sharp questions, but at the same time he gives it a voice. The Pajottenland, the volcanoes of Mexico and even the universe. Because there, too, your grandfather's stall determines your gaze. In these times of bigger, faster and stronger, taking your time to look is almost an act of rebellion.
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