Every object contains within itself its own archetype, a link to the time and the world to which it belonged. An old school desk can carry us back in time, evoking countless personal recollections while bringing to life the emotions associated with that particular period of our lives. In the same way, what is today the latest model of a cell phone will, with the passage of time, come to remind us of these days and of the world that created and used it. Objects serve to tell the story – and the history – of the people and the society in which they existed.
These simple benches also include their own archetypal ideal. While this ideal may be different for each one of us, it is sure to take us back to a time when, far more often than today, we found ourselves sitting side by side, whether on the train, in the school cafeteria or in church. Our social, gregarious side found its expression more readily when we less concerned about guarding our personal space than we are now.
A bench is a collective seat, something one would expect from a society more given to sharing, to being more tolerant and less selective with regard to others. Chairs divide, while benches unite. Chairs enclose and delimit each one’s personal space; benches bring it together.
The setting, environment and precise placement of benches are all quite different from those of chairs and individual seats. In the Benches game, players are going to come up with compositions, juxtapositions and inspirations that are quite different from those that arise in the game of chairs (another Ludus Ludi game). The creations resulting from stacking, balancing and redistributing the space in and among these benches is sure to evoke a strange familiarity with a past age.
The vertex, the common point at which two lines converge – or diverge – , is a primordial element in the graphic representation of all kinds of phenomena. It is first and foremost a graphic symbol, one that in its essence is the synthesis of an event. It marks the point where a road separates, where two rivers come together, where one plane ends and another begins, a change of direction, a fold, a dilemma posed by two possibilities, the branching out of growth and evolution, the cross-linking of a plane, the planar deconstruction of a volume, an itinerary for logical reasoning, computational structure, algorhythmic formulation…
Could these trunks have once belonged to a cherry tree, with its shimmering red leaves? Or to an elegant birch tree, nestled close to a mountain stream? In either case, happy little creatures would have been found skittering about under their branches, which would have undoubtedly provided shade for more than one weary, long-forgotten traveler.
CÍRCULO is a game that involves a very simple mechanical force, pressure, but the results, always surprising, seem haphazard.
The circular ring is placed on a table, and different pieces will be put inside without any order or position. Then, the combination is pressed turning the screw. The pieces are moved by the pressure until they fit and the screw stops. When lifting the ring, it may happen that some parts fall down; those which remain inside will form figures that will surprise us.
Is it an inanimate object or is there something in it that gives it life? Could it be that he reminds us of the messenger boy, the newspaper vendor, the shoeshine or the apprentice of any number of jobs – one who depends on his arms and legs to carry out these menial jobs in order to scrape by? Where does our sympathy for an object come from? Where do our emotions spring from -weak and subtle as they may be – where if not from the emotions of life itself and the spirit that animates it?