Award 2021
Please find here the approved applications to the Social Art Award 2021 – New Greening. The open call was closed on 1 May.
Stay tuned for the next Social Art Award open call!
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Havilah
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Title:
Havilah
Havilah
Author:
darekk
darekk
Description:
From the seeds of letters we built our Eden. There we drew the depths of wisdom. In the end, we did demolish the order. Burning ashes of the Pishon river no longer provided crumbs of water in the garden of delights. The golden calf shall exasperate no one. The New shall not come. All the purification ash dried out. It was others who said – let us create the hell of civilization – in the land of Havilah only gold will do. They shall not find the missing letter there, they shall not quench their thirst.
From the seeds of letters we built our Eden. There we drew the depths of wisdom. In the end, we did demolish the order. Burning ashes of the Pishon river no longer provided crumbs of water in the garden of delights. The golden calf shall exasperate no one. The New shall not come. All the purification ash dried out. It was others who said – let us create the hell of civilization – in the land of Havilah only gold will do. They shall not find the missing letter there, they shall not quench their thirst.
Description:
From the seeds of letters we built our Eden. There we drew the depths of wisdom. In the end, we did demolish the order. Burning ashes of the Pishon river no longer provided crumbs of water in the garden of delights. The golden calf shall exasperate no one. The New shall not come. All the purification ash dried out. It was others who said – let us create the hell of civilization – in the land of Havilah only gold will do. They shall not find the missing letter there, they shall not quench their thirst.
From the seeds of letters we built our Eden. There we drew the depths of wisdom. In the end, we did demolish the order. Burning ashes of the Pishon river no longer provided crumbs of water in the garden of delights. The golden calf shall exasperate no one. The New shall not come. All the purification ash dried out. It was others who said – let us create the hell of civilization – in the land of Havilah only gold will do. They shall not find the missing letter there, they shall not quench their thirst.