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Please find here the approved applications to the Social Art Award 2021 – New Greening. The open call was closed on 1 May.
The next Open Call for the Social Art Ward will be opened in 2023.
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Holding Water
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Title:
Holding Water
Holding Water
Author:
Duy Phuong
Duy Phuong
Description:
Holding Water is the result of five years work, in which Duy Phuong documented the landscape and lives of communities living on the shores of Tri An Lake in South Vietnam - now the site of a hydroelectric dam. His poetic and intimate photos reflect on the bond between the people and the land, and the uncertainty that awaits them. Blending Vietnamese sensibility and French aesthetic, he has the ability to balance form and concept in a way that is both provocative and restrained. Touching the water, I feel the sensation of it slipping through my hands, the currents flowing warm and cold, cool and pleasant. Wet marks form on the skin. Water haunts my dreams. It has always been a source of obsession since I was a little boy. In my obscure childhood recollections, water stirs up unsettling feelings. I found myself in Tri An Lake by chance, the site one of the biggest hydroelectric dams in the South of Vietnam. Here, water is the fate of the people. They are the water and the water is their lives. It is also their dreams, their hopes and hopelessness. As my acquaintance with the place deepened, I was allowed to tag along with the people whose lives revolve around the rising and ebbing of the tides. Somehow my life became interwoven into their daily life and interior world, amidst a sublime and spellbinding background. Humans, nature and memories appear and vanish, like the glimmering reflections in the river of life. The lake, with both its dreamlike characteristics and the physicality of its landscapes, merges with the people and their existence, all becoming an oneiric part of my work. I immersed myself in the waters, carried away by its currents, the way a stranger immerses himself in the life of the local people, carried away by the intimacy and confidence they shared with me. Water is the spirit that you can only understand by being immersed in its essence. While conscious of the damage these dams might inflict on the lake communities in the near-future, the locals remain attached to their habitual way of life. In sharing their personal stories, reality and fiction collided. As well as illustrating their connection to the water - which has deepened throughout the generations - there is an underlying fear of loss. The children who grow up here leave seeking new horizons and opportunities that will in turn shape their lives. Some return altered by the experience, others never return or get swept away by the tides. Youth is like the water you’ve caught in your hand: it slips through your fingers when you try to hold on. So be still and let it go.
Holding Water is the result of five years work, in which Duy Phuong documented the landscape and lives of communities living on the shores of Tri An Lake in South Vietnam - now the site of a hydroelectric dam. His poetic and intimate photos reflect on the bond between the people and the land, and the uncertainty that awaits them. Blending Vietnamese sensibility and French aesthetic, he has the ability to balance form and concept in a way that is both provocative and restrained. Touching the water, I feel the sensation of it slipping through my hands, the currents flowing warm and cold, cool and pleasant. Wet marks form on the skin. Water haunts my dreams. It has always been a source of obsession since I was a little boy. In my obscure childhood recollections, water stirs up unsettling feelings. I found myself in Tri An Lake by chance, the site one of the biggest hydroelectric dams in the South of Vietnam. Here, water is the fate of the people. They are the water and the water is their lives. It is also their dreams, their hopes and hopelessness. As my acquaintance with the place deepened, I was allowed to tag along with the people whose lives revolve around the rising and ebbing of the tides. Somehow my life became interwoven into their daily life and interior world, amidst a sublime and spellbinding background. Humans, nature and memories appear and vanish, like the glimmering reflections in the river of life. The lake, with both its dreamlike characteristics and the physicality of its landscapes, merges with the people and their existence, all becoming an oneiric part of my work. I immersed myself in the waters, carried away by its currents, the way a stranger immerses himself in the life of the local people, carried away by the intimacy and confidence they shared with me. Water is the spirit that you can only understand by being immersed in its essence. While conscious of the damage these dams might inflict on the lake communities in the near-future, the locals remain attached to their habitual way of life. In sharing their personal stories, reality and fiction collided. As well as illustrating their connection to the water - which has deepened throughout the generations - there is an underlying fear of loss. The children who grow up here leave seeking new horizons and opportunities that will in turn shape their lives. Some return altered by the experience, others never return or get swept away by the tides. Youth is like the water you’ve caught in your hand: it slips through your fingers when you try to hold on. So be still and let it go.
Description:
Holding Water is the result of five years work, in which Duy Phuong documented the landscape and lives of communities living on the shores of Tri An Lake in South Vietnam - now the site of a hydroelectric dam. His poetic and intimate photos reflect on the bond between the people and the land, and the uncertainty that awaits them. Blending Vietnamese sensibility and French aesthetic, he has the ability to balance form and concept in a way that is both provocative and restrained. Touching the water, I feel the sensation of it slipping through my hands, the currents flowing warm and cold, cool and pleasant. Wet marks form on the skin. Water haunts my dreams. It has always been a source of obsession since I was a little boy. In my obscure childhood recollections, water stirs up unsettling feelings. I found myself in Tri An Lake by chance, the site one of the biggest hydroelectric dams in the South of Vietnam. Here, water is the fate of the people. They are the water and the water is their lives. It is also their dreams, their hopes and hopelessness. As my acquaintance with the place deepened, I was allowed to tag along with the people whose lives revolve around the rising and ebbing of the tides. Somehow my life became interwoven into their daily life and interior world, amidst a sublime and spellbinding background. Humans, nature and memories appear and vanish, like the glimmering reflections in the river of life. The lake, with both its dreamlike characteristics and the physicality of its landscapes, merges with the people and their existence, all becoming an oneiric part of my work. I immersed myself in the waters, carried away by its currents, the way a stranger immerses himself in the life of the local people, carried away by the intimacy and confidence they shared with me. Water is the spirit that you can only understand by being immersed in its essence. While conscious of the damage these dams might inflict on the lake communities in the near-future, the locals remain attached to their habitual way of life. In sharing their personal stories, reality and fiction collided. As well as illustrating their connection to the water - which has deepened throughout the generations - there is an underlying fear of loss. The children who grow up here leave seeking new horizons and opportunities that will in turn shape their lives. Some return altered by the experience, others never return or get swept away by the tides. Youth is like the water you’ve caught in your hand: it slips through your fingers when you try to hold on. So be still and let it go.
Holding Water is the result of five years work, in which Duy Phuong documented the landscape and lives of communities living on the shores of Tri An Lake in South Vietnam - now the site of a hydroelectric dam. His poetic and intimate photos reflect on the bond between the people and the land, and the uncertainty that awaits them. Blending Vietnamese sensibility and French aesthetic, he has the ability to balance form and concept in a way that is both provocative and restrained. Touching the water, I feel the sensation of it slipping through my hands, the currents flowing warm and cold, cool and pleasant. Wet marks form on the skin. Water haunts my dreams. It has always been a source of obsession since I was a little boy. In my obscure childhood recollections, water stirs up unsettling feelings. I found myself in Tri An Lake by chance, the site one of the biggest hydroelectric dams in the South of Vietnam. Here, water is the fate of the people. They are the water and the water is their lives. It is also their dreams, their hopes and hopelessness. As my acquaintance with the place deepened, I was allowed to tag along with the people whose lives revolve around the rising and ebbing of the tides. Somehow my life became interwoven into their daily life and interior world, amidst a sublime and spellbinding background. Humans, nature and memories appear and vanish, like the glimmering reflections in the river of life. The lake, with both its dreamlike characteristics and the physicality of its landscapes, merges with the people and their existence, all becoming an oneiric part of my work. I immersed myself in the waters, carried away by its currents, the way a stranger immerses himself in the life of the local people, carried away by the intimacy and confidence they shared with me. Water is the spirit that you can only understand by being immersed in its essence. While conscious of the damage these dams might inflict on the lake communities in the near-future, the locals remain attached to their habitual way of life. In sharing their personal stories, reality and fiction collided. As well as illustrating their connection to the water - which has deepened throughout the generations - there is an underlying fear of loss. The children who grow up here leave seeking new horizons and opportunities that will in turn shape their lives. Some return altered by the experience, others never return or get swept away by the tides. Youth is like the water you’ve caught in your hand: it slips through your fingers when you try to hold on. So be still and let it go.