"Ruin is not a negative thing. First, it is obviously not a thing. One could write,maybe with or according to Benjamin, maybe against him, a short treatise on the love of ruins. What else is there to love, anyway? One cannot love a monument, a work of architecture, an institution as such except in an experience itself precarious in its fragility: it has not always been there, it will not always be there, it is finite. And for this very reason one loves it as mortal, through its birth and its death, through one's own birth and death, through the ghost or the silhouette of its ruin, one's own ruin [saruine]--which it already is, therefore, or already prefigures. How can one love otherwise than in this finitude?"Jacques Derrida, Forces of Law - 2002.

Introduction
When a given structure loses its function due to forgetting, obsolesce, or collapse of its materials, what remains occupies an intermediary space. It becomes the index of something that existed and at the same time announces the possibility of a new existence: affirmed by the individual materiality of its parts, or by the [degradation] of its functional or symbolic pre-established place. The project involves the election, passage and reflection of the monument to a state of ruin within a sculptural perspective. And for that, the figure of the horse is chosen as a starting point - a symbol of power, strength, and domination. For such purpose, it begins from a mental image, and this will serve as starting point for the development of the group work. Such fiction starts with the image of a white horse immersed up to its chest height within a ditch filled with water. The proposed scenario is a construction site without activity. Any further addition to this setting would be brought in by the participant.

Collaboration
You are invite to collaborate using, creating or requesting images, sounds, or texts from/to this blog through the address cavaloproject@gmail.com. By doing that you will be helping us to expand our equestrian ruin.

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Greying by Gabrielle Wee.
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