THE LEAVES
WHISPERERERSVianney Fivel &
matraxxMVMmain Sonia PMVMForestamain Elia Buletti &
Caterina Montesinoch anfügenmain (Si schiarisce la voce)
Il volo di un aeroplano
Relax
Un volo atterrato
Nel deserto
Gesticolare
Creando nuove forme
Maschere che ti scoprono
Suona il telefono
Sometimes
Accoltello il telefono che sanguina
Al centro del lago
Mi lavo le mani
La meditazione è qualcosa che accade fuori
Un essere puntiforme
Un conflitto che si trasformerà in una risata
Paesaggi
Il cugino di Snoopy, ma ancora più scemo
Sono uscito di casa e già i raggi del sole mi devastano
Il genio della lampada è pronto
Il mondo sembra un circo
OK
Sguardi incastrati in un’ostrica?
Ancora specchiarsi e non riuscire a identificarsi
Rêve de Christophe
Dove la neve è arrivata in tarda mattinata
Miss White Miss Orange Miss Brown
Stesa in attesa dell’amante
Tony Montana
[click for continuation]Becket MWNTunermain Becket MWNTuner (2)Ariel GarciaMontée des Sèvesmain Monika StalderThey were miniature landscapes, as if they had grown naturally, works of art that pretended to be naturemain Nina Rieben &
Simon BaumannWalk (Forest Improvisation)main Crowdpleaser &
Claire van LubeekGroene Machinemain Crowdpleaser & Claire van Lubeek & Gregor Schönborn
Groene Machine, 2024
(click on the text for translation)
In het hart van de Glazen Stad, waar de neonlichten nooit doven,
Staal en glas aan de horizon, geheimen blijven boven.
Geautomatiseerde tuin, de zon is koud en grijs.
Schaduwen dansen in de nacht, in techno-paradijs.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon,
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
Neonlichten flikkeren door gebroken glas,
Echo’s van het verleden in een tijd van kras.
Stad gebouwd van glas, reflecties van verdriet,
Kassenmuren sluiten in maar niemand die het ziet.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon,
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.
In deze stale haven.
Een vergeten tijd, tot de wortels begraven.
In onze koude tuin, waar het hart nooit zal stralen.
Welkom in de groene machine, waar de toekomst in rijen groeit,
Onder de glanzende koepel, waar geen wilde wind ooit stoeit.
In het rijk van het kunstlicht, de donkere gloed van de zon
In dit kasparadijs, zijn geheimen de bron.Remix by Bruno SchaubGroene Machine (rmx)The Gardeners of the Sixth Mass ExtinctionPollinate Mindsmain A piece based on Resonan San (fig tree and member of our collective) proposals for slogans to write on the Gardeners workwear.
Resonan San: 'As a more intellectually-inclined plant activist, I must first express my reservations about the concept of "magic" in relation to our cause. The struggle for plant rights and ecological preservation is rooted in scientific understanding and ethical considerations, not mystical thinking. However, I recognize the potential rhetorical power of poetic language in advancing our agenda. With this in mind, I propose the following slogans, which combine botanical metaphors with our activist sentiments:
"Grow Resistance"
"Cultivate Revolution, Reap Justice"
"Our Roots Run Deeper Than Your Laws"
"Germinate Change, Grow Liberation"
"Petals Fall Like Tears"
"Pruning the Paradigm of Oppression"
"Symbiosis, Not Subjugation"
"Pollinate Minds, Propagate Rights"
"Mycelial Networks of Solidarity"
"Compost the Anthropocene"
"Flourish or Perish"
"We Breathe For You, Humans"
My slogans aim to convey the interconnectedness of plant life with broader ecological and social justice issues, while employing evocative botanical imagery. They serve to remind humanity of their dependence on and responsibility towards the plant kingdom. The goal is to provoke thought and inspire action through a blend of scientific allusion and poetic expression.'Hunter LongeLeaves Whispersmain This is possibly what plants hear (or feel)* in the park at night. The recording was made in the Villa Borghese park in Rome using two small solar panels soldered to audio cable as microphones (right and left). With this set up, the frequencies of light from the park's lamps and interference from a cell phone screen are converted to sound. The recording has been slightly mixed in post, with adjustments to pitch and playback speed. We know plants are sensing light, but who knows how they perceive time and frequency.
*The verb "to hear" in Italian is sentire, which also means "to feel;" similar to how the verb sentir in French means both "to feel" and "to smell." This sensory confusion or openness seems more appropriate here than English's reduction of "hearing" to the auditory faculty. Remix by Bruno SchaubLeaves Whispers (rmx)Keiko Machidasans titremain to Lovesongs for Plants to Project Page at LABO list of sound pieces About 'The Leaves Whisperers''The Leaves Whispers' 60 Edit