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Monday June 25: the metaphor of cuncordu


For the first evening we have ambitious ideas: in a single meeting we would like to introduce ourselves to the locals, describes who we are and what we came here to do, reach out our hand in seeking collaboration for us to tell the stories of the inhabitants of the country, which is essential to activate the memory of our workshop, and be able to do all this in a metaphorical key ... how? Relying primarily on two metaphors that developed in the prior knowledge before coming here (by prof.!), We felt it important to put into play to get closer to a local language. First, it is the metaphor of the song on concordu, a song that can teach us much about how it may be possible to agree to sing in chorus, to find ways to continue a long tradition in renewing it, to "make together "and produce Heard melodies. It is listening to this song that we would like to learn and try to experience a way of planning that is capable of producing urban spaces and collective result of a shared agreement ...! The other half

aphorisms, born a little 'for fun, a little' looking for a symbol capable of bringing about our work here was also supported by some evidence from some parties that I had met a few days before coming here. It is about the use of those who once sold wine in the country to put a red scarf on the front door (in campidano was used instead to three tubes), we re-interpreted in this way: a large cloth spread on the floor and make available many brushes and colors to give life to the collective action of painting. The cloth was so colorful symbol of our relationship with the AVR lussurgesi hung outside the door of our workshop. Not only! This cloth was intended to shorten over time, because each person with whom we will be able to enter into this relationship will receive a strip of cloth to attach to the door of their home. Almost foolproof equation: if the Saturday workshop will be left with no sign it means that the country will have been colored by our strips of cloth, otherwise ... we were not so good! ;-)