Eduard Olesti
UNA COSA TEÒRICAMENT DIVERTIDA
«1st of August
It’s five o’clock in the morning, I’m having a coffee in the bar at the port of Barcelona. The loudspeaker announces: in an hour we have to embark.
For a week I will write about everything I come across. I will analyse, from the inside, the interior of the entertainment industry. I will see a thousand skins, a thousand erroneous tattoos, a thousand faces of forced complacency. (Maybe) I will drink mojitos. I’m about to spend a week on a cheap cruise in the western Mediterranean.
I am distressed. »
More or less, this is how I would begin the scenic reportage I want to write with the help of the Sala d’Art Jove Creation grant. As David Foster Wallace did in A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again (1996), I will detail the experience of being a client of a cruise ship for a week to analyse the gears of a phenomenon that functions as a synecdoche of the entertainment industry.
Unlike Foster Wallace, I propose a scenic text to use the materiality of theatre to add meaning to the process of collective creation. Unlike Foster Wallace, I propose a study from a class perspective and consistent with the emotional context of the author: rage at the defeat of Barcelona, the brand city of that has been witness to my birth. Like Foster Wallace, I feel both disgust and aesthetic fascination for these great Lecorbusierian machines that entertain the body.
The project is accompanied by Eloy Fernández Porta.
LINK:
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Eduard Olesti
UNA COSA TEÒRICAMENT DIVERTIDA
«1st of August
It’s five o’clock in the morning, I’m having a coffee in the bar at the port of Barcelona. The loudspeaker announces: in an hour we have to embark.
For a week I will write about everything I come across. I will analyse, from the inside, the interior of the entertainment industry. I will see a thousand skins, a thousand erroneous tattoos, a thousand faces of forced complacency. (Maybe) I will drink mojitos. I’m about to spend a week on a cheap cruise in the western Mediterranean.
I am distressed. »
More or less, this is how I would begin the scenic reportage I want to write with the help of the Sala d’Art Jove Creation grant. As David Foster Wallace did in A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again (1996), I will detail the experience of being a client of a cruise ship for a week to analyse the gears of a phenomenon that functions as a synecdoche of the entertainment industry.
Unlike Foster Wallace, I propose a scenic text to use the materiality of theatre to add meaning to the process of collective creation. Unlike Foster Wallace, I propose a study from a class perspective and consistent with the emotional context of the author: rage at the defeat of Barcelona, the brand city of that has been witness to my birth. Like Foster Wallace, I feel both disgust and aesthetic fascination for these great Lecorbusierian machines that entertain the body.
The project is accompanied by Eloy Fernández Porta.
LINK:
instagram
