SEESAWS FOR SUPERNUMERARY KIDS

THE SEESAW – for supernumerary kids
The project is about mapping the places that represent the poorest areas where twilight is the brightest part of the day and where children are always born at the wrong time. What else could no name street art do but point out what can be seen for a short while, waiting at a red light in your car. Not to mention everyone has got sick of that brief red light repeating at every corner. Will someone put an end to it for once? Enough of those big hungry eyes. They’re children, okay, but it’s too much.
After all, it’s dangerous for them to be in the street all the time. Why don’t they play like other kids? It may even be feasible for art is magical, and the magic of the street is endless. What remains to be seen is if those supernumerary kids forget that they are hungry while playing, too, or it’s just artistic imagination. Whatever the situation, may these kids at least be given their child’s play back and the piece of the starry amphitheatre where the most beautiful fairy tales would come to their dreams from.
Future projects will build amphitheathers of culture in social dead ends, where time has long been waiting for its story of a seesaw and a dumpster. There will be no admission fee and the impressions will be free to take away.
The life of an ordinary man is always on a seesaw, but for adults it’s no game at all. Unfortunately, some kids have to grow up before their time, and for them, the seesaw is to be or not to be, too. It’s in the course of nature for positions to change, once up, next time down and so on as long as the game of life is on. Who outweighs leads in the game and it’s up to them how long the other one will hang in the air, which kids learn very early and look for their match on the seesaw. The fact is that sitting on a seesaw can be fun only when you’re a child while later on it becomes a modus vivendi, a fight. Standing firmly on the ground with both your feet is what you dream about with your eyes open. No one has ever jumped high without a firm stepping stone under their feet. For that, one needs to weigh enough. Nowadays one’s weight equals the ammount of money in their pockets, and money first gets into the pockets of the faster, stronger, to put it simply, better. Their children don’t play on a seesaw, they have all the toys in the world in their bedrooms, the toys everyone would like to have. They can’t miss or lack in anything and if need be, and it is, a TV guru will come and play with them. The other group of kids, the ones whose parents do not weigh that much, are happy with second-hand toys. You can find various things in a dumpster for those small loved angels quickly lose interest in toys, shoes, dresses… When you get things like that, out of the blue, as they do, it’s more for show and to be happy when no one sees you. Food is a different story, they eat it right away for it might expire in the blink of an eye. They are usually in big groups counting each other’s bites. The faster you eat, the more you will weigh and thus take the lead when playing on a seesaw. What a magic combination, a seesaw and a dumpster. TV God sees all. Who knows, one day they might get lucky and be part of a barefoot commercial for famine where they’d get soap bubbles to blow and lollipops to lick firsthand. Until then, they’ll be dreaming of a fairy getting them a seesaw on their dumpster so their play can be fun and joy. Why not, they’re our children, too. Hop, hop, to be or not to be. A dumpster full of hope.