It is said that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure…
Very few times in my life has this concept rang truer than yesterday, when a Facebook friend posted this video on my wall:
A trailer for Landfill Harmonic—an upcoming, feature-length documentary about a group of young musicians in a god-forsaken Paraguayan landfill, who have brilliantly assembled an entire orchestra with real, musical instruments recycled… out of trash!
Some things have to be believed to be seen…
Find out more and support The Landfill Harmonic here.
On the luckier side of the globe, these are not images you grow up with.
And if they exist, they are strategically covered up by the media. And most of us feed our souls, for an entire lifetime, with delusional corporate media.
You don’t talk about trash, let alone put it out in the open. Let alone try to make music out of it. Trash stinks. So you learn to hide it. Maybe in doing so, it will magically disappear.
Aside from the fact that it won’t, and that most of our first world excessive waste cannot be properly recycled and ends up filling, polluting and destroying “unluckier” third world lives—there is another element to consider here:
Beauty—present in everything and everyone, even the most desolate, ugly places. Beauty becomes an essential part of the invincible human spirit.
When legislation fails, we have art as a last hope. Beauty—the essence of Art—always finds a way. Light breaks in through the cracks. Water never gives up. As Stella Adler once said,
“Life beats down and crushes the soul, and art reminds you that you have one.”
It also reminded me of The Waste Land, another documentary on art-cycled trash, in a project led by renown Brazilian artist, Vik Muniz—a film I don’t think I can recommend enough to anyone with a heart.
It is these rare, powerful moments, that interrupt your consumerist, monkey mind; these pauses, these cracks in the Matrix, when beauty breaks in and out of the most unexpected places and takes you by surprise.
It almost punches you in the face. It bothers you so much that, for a few minutes, you forget about your smaller self and your one tiny cozy life.
In the current state of our distracted, neon heart, awareness seems to only happen when we’re forced out of our comfort zone, faced with our raw, indomitable nature and then drowned—almost against our will—in the creative river that runs through us all.
After which, you rise to the surface a little dizzy and a bit confused, and realize, in amazement, that the whole world has changed.
Or maybe just you.
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