Sitting On The Air

Sitting On The Air | paper | 21cm x 30cm | 2008

Food

Food | 100cm x 100cm | 2008

"THERE WILL BE 

NO MORE RULES IN EATING

EVERYTHING 

WILL BE MESSED." DAVIDE DURJAVA

Food Phobia | Rubik's Food Cube

Rubik's Food Cube

In our future, more present than future, everything will get smaller and minimal. We will want everything to be done fast and without waiting. My idea of food in future is like the little square in the Rubik’s Cube, a little piece of food that we will eat without cooking. There will be no more rules in eating, everything will be messed. My Rubik’s Food Cube want to represent this mess in the taste of food. Try to make sense in food with your brand new Rubik’s Food Cube.

                                Davide Durjava | 2008

Phobia

An irrational, persistent fear of certain situations, objects, activities, or persons. The main symptom of this disorder is the excessive, unreasonable desire to avoid the feared subject. When the fear is beyond one's control, or if the fear is interfering with daily life, then a diagnosis under one of the anxiety disorders can be made.

Food Phobia

Defined as "a persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of food or eating", each year this surprisingly common phobia causes countless people needless distress.

Living with fear means you can never concentrate fully and give your best. Lost opportunities. Poor performance or grades.

Food phobia is created by the unconscious mind as a protective mechanism. At some point in your past, there was likely an event linking food or eating and emotional trauma. Whilst the original catalyst may have been a real-life scare of some kind, the condition can also be triggered by myriad, benign events like movies, TV, or perhaps seeing someone else experience trauma.

 List of Food | Related Phobias

Acerophobia - Fear of sourness

Alektorophobia - Fear of chicken

Alliumphobia - Fear of garlic

Bacillophobia - Fear of microbes

Bacteriophobia - Fear of bacteria

Botanophobia - Fear of plants

Carnophobia - Fear of meat

Cibophobia - Fear of food

Consecotaleophobia - Fear of chopsticks

Coprastasophobia - Fear of constipation

Defecaloesiphobia - Fear of painful bowels movements

Deipnophobia - Fear of dining or dinner conversations

Dipsophobia - Fear of drinking

Emetophoia - Fear of vomiting

Frigophobia - Fear of cold things

Geumophobia - Fear of taste

Hematophobia - Fear of blood

Hydrophobia - Fear of water

Hygrophobia - Fear of liquids

Ichthyophobia - Fear of fish

Iophobia - Fear of poison

Lachanophobia - Fear of vegetables

Mageirocophobia - Fear of cooking

Methyphobia - Fear of alcohol

Mycophobia - Fear of mushrooms

Necrophobia - Fear of dead things

Obesophobia - Fear of gaining weight

Oenophobia - Fear of wine

Olfactophobia - Fear of smells

Ornithophobia - Fear of birds

Ostraconophobia - Fear of shellfish

Osmophobia - Fear of odors

Phagophobia - Fear of swallowing

Pnigophobia - Fear of choking

Rhypophobia - Fear of defecation

Sitophobia - Fear of eating

Teniophobia - Fear of tapeworms

Thermophobia - Fear of hot things

Toxophobia - Fear of being accidently poisoned

Urophobia - Fear of urine or urinating

Verminophobia - Fear of germs

Xanthophobia - Fear of the color yellow

Xerophobia - Fear of dryness

Dream | Respiration | 2008

Dream |  Respiration

Respiration refers to the sequence of in and out. That gives the sense of rhythm 

and that justifies the use of the circle as the main shape in the movie.

Breathing in and breathing out can make us imagine things that stretch or compress, 

things that roll straight and in reverse, fast or slow in a continuity including the pauses 

as parts of the respiration in total.

In connection to the dream, the circle and rotation becomes an obsession.

                                                                                             Davide Durjava | 2008

Maria | Paintings for a poem

A bird | 21cm x 29cm | 2008

A soldier who spoke like a bird | 21cm x 29cm | 2008


Eyes | 21cm x 29cm | 2008
Night | 21cm x 29cm | 2008

Pensive Maria | 21cm x 29cm | 2008

Removed her stockings | 21cm x 29cm | 2008
Room | 21cm x 29cm | 2008

She began to fly | 21cm x 29cm | 2008
She spread her arms at night | 21cm x 29cm | 2008

She spread her arms at night remained with her legs apart | 21cm x 29cm | 2008
The radio played | 21cm x 29cm | 2008

Maria

Pensive Maria
removed her stockings

From her body came
voices of others
of a soldier who spoke like a bird
of a sick person who’d died of sheep’s pains
and the cries of Maria’s baby niece
that had been born those very days

Maria wept wept
now Maria laughed
she spread her arms at night
remained with her legs apart

Then her eyes darkened
black black blurry they darkened

The radio played
Maria wept
Maria wept
the radio played

Then Maria
slowly opened her arms
she began to fly
around the room

                                 Miltos Sachtouris | 1919

Alcatraz

Alcatraz | 50cm x 70cm | 2008

"IF SOMEONE EVER SAYS TO YOU

'IT'S IMPOSSIBLE'.

FOR SURE IT IS POSSIBLE." DAVIDE DURJAVA

California

California | 50cm x 140cm | 2008

"LOOKING DOWN THE OCEAN

WATCHING THE SKY TURNING BLUE

CALL IT CALIFORNIA

AND ALL THE REST IS YOU." DAVIDE DURJAVA

Air | When the air will get a price | 2008

Italian version:

Quando l'aria avrà un prezzo

Faremo a gara a chi respirerà di meno

Quando l'aria avrà un prezzo

Il conto al ristorante sarà molto salato!

Quando l'aria avrà un prezzo

Il colorito della gente sarà violaceo

Quando l'aria avrà un prezzo

Champagne e aragosta saranno alla portata di tutti

Quando l'aria avrà un prezzo

Un giorno sarà abbastanza per rimanere senza soldi

Quando l'aria avrà un prezzo 

Vorrà dire che il mondo avrà toccato il fondo

                                                                           Davide Durjava | 2008

                                                                   

San Gottardo

It’s 1.15 am, august 18^th, a message arrived to my mobile phone: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! How are u? Tomorrow I thought to…”

It’s from my brother; he is planning to go in mountain with me, in the place that every time I read or heard it produces a smile in my face, especially when I was child.

Without hesitation I replay positively to the message.

It’s from seven months that my grandpa is dead and today is the right day for remember him in the best way.

The road is different now, new and more houses, new and busies streets; I remembered more green during the trip when I was child! That’s made me sad for a while.

But turning a corner, a small street, “the crazy little street”! We use to call like this.

I still keep in mind like was yesterday.

Grandpa, grandma, me and my brother in the van:

Grandpa: “Ready?”

We always wait that funny moment when the street is like a rollercoaster.

My brother and me: “ Yeahhh!!! Wheeeee!!! Faster granpa! Faster!!! ”

I never wanted that moment finish.

From here to the arrived point, where we used to leave the car, it’s the same; it’s like a very fast jump in the past.

We are here, no signs, no cars, just this beautiful mountain in front of me, this pure nature and that smell, that typical smell that always remember you something of your past.

For today that smell was San Gottardo, a small isolate village, only reachable on foot.

No light, no water in houses, no heating, seems like to be in another world. A beautiful world. The paradise.

From the end of the street to the first house it’s forty-five minutes and you have to walk in a very small path with all your stuff, sometimes happens that you’ve got to do it more than one time if you have many things with you. Not many choices.

And here we are. The first house is our. We call it “the yellow house”, the only one with that color in the village; maybe it was an old restaurant in the past, I really don’t know about this.

It is so small now, the big wood door, the rock stairs inside, the rooms, the beds and the balconies, I feel like in a dolls house.

Of course now I am one meter longer from the last time I took a look in here.

I look around, everything is like my brother and me left 20 years ago from that of many before summers we used to come with our grandparents.

Nothing is changed; the cableway, those funny airplanes, the bell tower and many other toys that we used to build with wood are still there in the living room; I can still hear the noise of the saw that my grandpa used down in the cellar cutting woods or outside on that flat stone that usually people used for the roof here in mountain.

I look in the wall, here is the old house made hat stand, up on it two small Alpine hats.

Grandma: “Davide, Diego!!! Put your hats on, there is too much sun outside!!!

My brother and me used to go around the village with our 3 friends, which we always met there for the summer period, playing games in the nature; I still remember the pain of the nettle in my hand and the numerous bees’ sting.

And yes, that sound of little bells, it meant that we were very close to the goats; then the hens and the cock, the cats, the dogs, the birds and that amazing eagle that I saw just one time.

Today a lot of smells came along to me, that smell of grass, that smell of dampness, that smell of wild animals and the smell of that wood that I see everywhere in the cellar right now.

I close the door behind all those memories and me.

I am ready to leave this piece of nature.

Everything will be in my mind, forever!

I put my hat and I am ready to start a new sunny day.

                                                                                 Davide Durjava | 2008

ITALIAN VERSION:

Ecco qua la nostra casa, la “casa gialla” sulle Alpi.

Sembra così piccola adesso, la grande porta di legno, le scale di roccia, le stanze, i letti,

mi sento come in una casa per bambole.

Ogni cosa è come avevo lasciato vent’anni fa, da quelle vacanze estive che passavo con i miei nonni ogni anno.

Niente è cambiato; la teleferica, quei buffi aeroplani, il campanile e molti altri giochi che  io e mio nonno costruivamo con il legno. Sono ancora tutti li nel soggiorno.

Guardo il muro, ecco l’appendiabiti, un tronco d’albero, e sopra un piccolo cappello da Alpino.

Nonna: “Davide!!! Metti il cappellino, c’è tantissimo sole fuori!!!

Andavo sempre in giro per il paesino a giocare tra la natura; mi ricordo ancora il dolore di quando, per caso, finivo su un cespuglio d’ortiche.

E quel suono di campanelle che preannunciavano l’arrivo delle caprette, poi le galline con il gallo, i gatti, i cani, gli uccellini che cantavano tutto il giorno e quella fantastica aquila che non ho più rivisto.

Ora sono pronto per lasciare questo “pezzo” di natura.

Ogni cosa resterà per sempre impressa nella mia mente.

Mi metto il cappello, pronto per iniziare una nuova giornata di sole.

                                                                                                   Davide Durjava | 2008

                                                                                                                    

Rushlette | All | music video

Music Video by Rushlette
Song: All
Directed by gattidesign.it

Location: Los Angeles | CA

YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OQZWgUfWvI