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Movement, breath and awareness. A series of ten online classes with Isabella Zampieri. From February 3 to April 8 2023, 18.30-19.40.

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29 January 2023

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Project Utopia: Come on Soul, Blow me Away

A couple of days ago, in a crowded hospital waiting room, I was reading James Hillman’s selected writings A Blue Fire. I must admit I was struggling a bit with the psychoanalitic language, more so because I was reading it…

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8 December 2021

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Project Utopia: 1996-2021 – Music Bridges, Grief and an Ocean of Silence

I wrote these thoughts last May, but yesterday was Diego's birthday, and today it's mine, so I have been thinking a lot about him, and us. I have slightly modified the original version, and I still feel something is missing,…

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9 October 2021

project utopia

Project Utopia

Utopia was the name of the project under which Diego Zane and I traveled, in search of images and inspiration, in the years 1996-2005. Diego was a director and an independent video producer, whith many passions like reading and studying,…

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8 January 2021

Project Utopia: Come on Soul, Blow me Away

A couple of days ago, in a crowded hospital waiting room, I was reading James Hillman’s selected writings A Blue Fire. I must admit I was struggling a bit with the psychoanalitic language, more so because I was reading it in English, but this book contains many moving passages (like where he writes we need to recall the angel aspect of words, recognizing them as carriers of soul between people), and at some point I felt touched and wanting to cry. I was reading this passage: Western tradition has identified ego with consciousness, an identification that found formulation especially in nineteenth-century psychology and psychiatry. But this part of Jung’s thought does not sit well with either his notion of psychic reality or his therapeutic goals of psychic consciousness. What brings cure is an archetypal consciousness, and this notion of consciousness is defintely not based upon ego…The “relativization of the ego”, that work and that goal of the fantasy of individuation, is made possible, however, from the beginning if we shift our conception of the base of consciousness from ego to anima archetype, from I to soul.Then one realizes from the very beginning (a priori and by definition) that the ego and all its developmental fantasies were never, even at the start, the fundament of consciousness, because consciousness refers to a process more to do with images than will, with reflection rather than control, with reflective insight into, rather than manipulation of, objective reality. We would no longer be equating consciousness with one phase of it, the developmental period of youth and its questic heroic mithology. Then, too, while educating consciousness even in youth, the aim of nourishing anima would be no less significant than that of strengthening ego.Instead of regarding anima from the viewpoint of ego where she becomes a poisonous mood, an inspiring weakness, or a contrasexual compensation, we might regard ego from soul’s perspective where ego becomes an instrument for day-to-day coping, nothing more grandiose than a trusty janitor of the planetary houses, a servant of soul-making. This view at least gives ego a therapeutic role rather than forcing it into the antitherapeutic position, a stubborn old king to be relativized. Then, too, we might relativize the myth of the hero, or take it for what it has become today for our psyche – the myth of inflation – and not the secret key for the development of human consciousness. The hero myth tells the tale of conquest and destruction, the tale of psychology’s “strong ego”, its fire and sword, as well as the career of its civilization, but it tells little of the culture of its consciousness. Strange that we could still, in a psychology as subtle as Jung’s, believe that this king-hero, and his ego, is the equivalent of consciousness. The moment my heart ached was when I read the sentences I highlighted. I suddenly sensed what it would have felt like to be allowed to embrace soul, as a young human, as a young woman, but I also felt I can (we can) still open to that possibility. How, I don’t really know, I know for me it probably goes through allowing for more art, imagery, dreams, breath, love in my life. The same night I had a dream, in which I met one of my friends of a lifetime, someone who’s been an older sister to me for more than 30 years, the person who introduced me to Diego thinking we might like each other, and who very recently and suddenly passed away. I was grieving, even in the dream, especially because we’d drifted away from each other for some years, and I had been planning to pay her a visit in her new home, to sit in the warmth of her kitchen, or on the couch, knowing that no matter what, we had a soul connection, but it was too late. There was no way for me to let her know I feel that way about our sisterhood, and I was and still are not sure she knew. I don’t remember the details of the dream, just that when I met her I was afraid of her judgement, for I hadn’t been able to tell her how I felt about some things that had happened between us, but when I woke up I felt at peace, as if in the dream we had found a way to connect again, and just be sisters as we used to be. I felt like we were able to hug, and stand shoulder to shoulder, and know that nothing else really mattered. I don’t even know why Hillman’s text and my dream go together, or the images I chose for this text, but I feel they do. I feel moved just by opening to the possibility that soul might have a say in my life, that I have the right to let it manifest and come forward. It’s actually blowing me away as I write. And I feel that connecting to my friend’s soul in my dream is part of it. 2 hours later. Oh yes, of course now I see, Michelina was the one to introduce me to James Hillman. I was 16 or 17 years old, and she was 25.
Project Utopia: 1996-2021 – Music Bridges, Grief and an Ocean of Silence

I wrote these thoughts last May, but yesterday was Diego’s birthday, and today it’s mine, so I have been thinking a lot about him, and us. I have slightly modified the original version, and I still feel something is missing, but I am going to publish it anyway… When Diego and I met, at the end of 1995, I was living in Paris and he was in Milan. During the first months of 1996, before I moved back to Milan, Diego was regularly sending me music tapes. He called them Utopia Entropy Radio. It was his way to build a bridge across the physical distance, to help us know each other through the sharing of sounds, rhythms and emotions. Those tapes don’t exist anymore, but I remember they featured, among others, Suns of Arqa, Spiral Tribe, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Holger Czukay, Anne Clark, Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois, Neil Young, Aphex Twin, Zion Train, Ozric Tentacles, Kraftwerk, The Residents, CCCP, Nirvana, Sonic Youth… and Franco Battiato. Listening to his wonderful song La cura (The Care) has become too painful, but there are others that remind me of us. I am sharing three of them. Sharing music is like sharing space. An open space to be, feel, imagine, create, share, dance, watch a sunset on the beach of Gavdos, and grieve. A year ago, during an adaptive yoga training with Matthew Sanford, he said something that I keep going back to. I can’t remember the exact words, I wrote them down and can’t find them today, but here’s how they resonate in me: grief is one of the experiences with the greatest potential to transform the human experience. When I lost Diego, I got lost in pain (it still happens some days) and my perception got altered. The unbearable “never again” is a global experience. Here’s how I would describe it today. The heart and mind are caught in the grip of an impossible desire to connect and embrace, the back is exposed and vulnerable and its skin is hypersensitive, breath is suspended, even weeping and tears seem to contribute to an upward vibrating tension that says: wherevere you are, take me with you. It’s been hard to not just let the vortex carry me. I still feel like losing grip and boundaries and sense, some days. But in time I have realized that there are moments in which the quality of that cascade of feelings changes. When I stop clenching – or, as my therapist recently suggested, when I can be soft with what is – when I am able to not get lost into the labyrinth of guilt and of what could have been but hasn’t, something shifts. It mostly happens when I’m in nature, in the mountains, in the woods, or when I watch the sky, stars and clouds (I haven’t been to the sea lately, I am afraid it would be too much). It also happens with beautiful images, or poetry, and with music. In his book Waking, Matthew talks about the difference between fighting against and being in the room that has become dark, in that silence. Taking the time to see what happens when we slow down and stop pushing. He is speaking about the rehabilitation system, but I think the metaphor can work here too. When I am able to open, to be soft especially in my spine, to listen to the silence and stand in the darkness, my heart seems to crack open. It still hurts, but for a moment I get glimpses into infinite space and limitless possibilities. Loss turns into a half-open door, and if I look through it, I breathe, because in the world I see, everything, including Diego, is, everywhere. The Ocean of Silence – Franco Battiato [very approximate translation]An ocean of silence flows, slowly, without a centre or a beginning. What would I have seen of the world without this light that illuminates my dark thoughts? The pain, the stagnation make time seem too long. So much peace does the soul find within. Slowly flows the time ruled by other laws, of another dimension. And I sink into an ocean of silence, always calm. And it almost feels that an obscure remembrance tells me that in long gone times I have lived either above, or in water. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peS6C6ulrcE Oceano di silenzio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNIZ2hIDBzg Gli uccelli https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0714Hl1BG3o E ti vengo a cercare
Project Utopia

Utopia was the name of the project under which Diego Zane and I traveled, in search of images and inspiration, in the years 1996-2005. Diego was a director and an independent video producer, whith many passions like reading and studying, writing, music, photography, electronics and computer science, which he all integrated in his work. He had already been working on the project for some years, when we met. It was a multifaceted research, inspired by Diego’s interests, among which sociology (at the time he was investigating the relationship between urban environment and undergound trance movements), systems science and patterns, and should have brought to the production of a series of multimedia artworks and performances. It was an ongoing life project, and Diego never stopped working in that direction, even after the severe stroke he faced in 2002. After a while, I needed to search in other directions, and met yoga, but today, two years after Diego passed away, I know that the reflection on solitude and interconnectedness, on all that brings us closer or pushes us further away from what is called oceanic feeling, is where we keep meeting. This is why I want to find a way to share some of it, through what we were, the things Diego left for us and those that I keep exploring today. I would like it to be a “multimedia binder”, containing visuals, music, thoughts, quotes and all that might inspire a reflection on these themes, and then see if and how it evolves in time… More soon. Suzanne