A Week from Monday è una pubblicazione con cd che raccoglie i materiali sonori e visivi della residenza – dallo stesso titolo – organizzata da Viaindustriae e Holydays a Scopoli (PG) nel settembre 2020. È un diario dei sette giorni trascorsi insieme agli artisti visivi Giacomo Infantino e Francesca Ruberto (di cui sono visibili i progetti fotografici nel libro) e ai musicisti Laura Agnusdei, Matteo Pennesi e Luca Sguera (di cui sono ascoltabili i brani su cd) tra indagine sonora, ricerca visiva ed esplorazione dei territori. Dall'esperienza della residenza è nato il progetto {SCOPE}, che coinvolge i tre musicisti.
Il tema emerge dal titolo del progetto, A Week from Monday, che "cita non letteralmente" un libro tecnico di John Cage (A Year from Monday. Lectures and Writings, 1967), un’agenda di lavoro, pensiero, composizione, scrittura e paesaggio della parola. La temporalità del progetto che si è dipanata su sette giorni, corrisponde alle sette tracce e alla scansione giornaliera tipica della narrazione diaristica da cui, però, si emancipa il contenuto vero e proprio che è, invece, una frammentazione composta da un apparato testuale evocativo ma mai descrittivo, dalle fotografie, dalle scansioni di documenti (appunti tecnici sul suono, liste della spesa, menù, appunti, citazioni), in una sovrapposizione grafica che suggerisce connessioni non necessariamente evidenti, in alcuni casi latenti, che possono essere colte o dimenticate.

So you're finally here... you oneironaut...
I'm the treshold guardian of your dreams...
I am the Sphinx....Long has been Worm's slumber...
In his dreams...a planet appeared...and was already covered by a desert...
dwarves...animals...an entire world!
Niibs is the name of this planet...the dwarves soon began to expand thei territories...
They colonized the lands of the niibsians...
The Fat Cat Dwarves enslaved the niibsians...and forced them to deforest Niibs...
just to feed a greedy social system...
Many aeons have passed...the niibsians had nothing to lose...but their chains...
They began a long struggle that led them to a class subversion...
The Breakchain Echo reverberated through galaxies...pushing beyond the quasars...
From large to small galaxies many have learned the lessons of the niibsians...
The leading actors of history...culturally and politically aware of History...
But something went wrong...the niibsians got on the triumphal chariot of the victors, enslaving the dwarves in turn...
So they identified with their oppressors...
Worms is gonna dream you. He will send you to Planet Niibs.
In a Melancholic Journey you will pass...and you'll experience in a single glimpse all the emotions of the world.
Your own eyes'll see the niibsians...
But, verily, it'd be the nature of the dreams to end!
When Worms dosts awaken...Niibs will be gone...
Only the memory of this dream land will exist in the waking world...
Someday, thou may recall this planet...that memory must be the real dream world...
Nothing is eternal in itself...but it'll be eternal only if it binds to other things in the universe...
History's not the simple straight line of events.
You create in perpetual motion by pouring sleep in wakefullness and vice versa...
You create by recalling...by connecting the introjected phenomena in the waking life...
Seize the time-now!
Come...Let you and Worms awaken...
TOGETHER!

This compilation is our way to commemorate Daniel Johnston. We asked some musicians that collaborate with us to reinterpret a song by him and maybe we've found out something that Johnston's art represents at his best. A good song is a fact profoundly personal and profoundly universal at the same time, if you want to rejoin in this ritual you will able to do it in spite of any concrete condition.
All the tracks in this compilation are homemade recordings, and no need to say how much we owe Daniel to this. At your mercy music is a kind of magic, and we just want to say thank you to a great master.

HELM
In an epoch where image is king, we are gaining unprecedented control and awareness of the avatars we project onto the world while at the same time our rights to privacy and self-determination erode into nothingness. Hammered on all sides by visual stimuli, we inhabit a universe permeated and driven by advertising and data mining. Our value as consumers is proportional to our role as data sources, and both these factors are cultivated at every occasion to maintain the revenue stream which allows us to think our email is free.
Meanwhile researchers, governments and the data companies which provide our online services are reverse engineering our minds, individually and collectively as we race towards the technological singularity whose consequences cannot be predicted nor imagined. Perhaps the wisest course would be to prepare ourselves to best serve the new master or masters. Or is resistance still possible?
Helm is a word of ambigous meaning, to be understood as an armored covering for head and face which conceals and protects its wearer, but also as the decisive place from which our collective ship is to be steered. Who is at the helm? Who chooses the course, and who follows? Who is guiding this process? Will we recognize the moment when we are no longer in control? And how can we defend or protect ourselves?
This record is a collection of sonic images, broken cyclic patterns, political fight songs, united by its diversity.
Thus it is both a product of the forces which surround and move us and an attempt to resist or deviate from the course which has been chosen for us, to confound analysis, throw a wrench in the gears. But it is perhaps foremost a message of hope, a book of hymns to commemorate the end of an era and herald the coming of a new, technological deity, in the hope that its desires will align with our own.