Dear, old Mrs. Europe sleeps beheaded. Again. Overwhelmed with fears, shivering in her lovely, old mansion, a great and sudden malady surprised her in sleep. Being so old, scared of everything new and different, for ages she was finding comfort just hiding in her house. Ignoring heart arrhythmia she would just shove herself with any prescribed chemistry. As long as the sleep is deep and the head can function, everything was good enough. A great, sudden danger brought her in panic. As many times before, her brain ignored desperate calls for help of her heart.

And look at poor, old her now. There she is beheaded again. Her cold head lies apart from her warm heart. But tragedies and maladies come and go. And this one will, I am sure, soon be gone too. Once the danger is over, her head again magically molded back to her body, and once the warm kiss brings back warmth from her heart, in what world should she open her beautiful eyes? Can she finally find peace and balance, a sense of her whole body as one?

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And therefore we invited artists to help by sending them this letter.

I cannot see any better time than this time of The Great Pause, slowness and contemplation, to reach out to you and ask Art for help. Dear lady Art, can you please turn on the light and show us the way?

Please, do not take this the wrong way! This is not another call for a collaborative conceptual art project. And this is not another call of Art to criticize or challenge the reality we live in. This is a desperate cry for help. This time we need Art on a driving seat of our deluded, autistic humanity.

We do not hear our mother Nature, we do not feel each other. Have we become cold people that forgot how warm human togetherness can be? Are we so divided and isolated in our individual suffering? Have they managed to set us apart by tearing up the delicate fabric of human solidarity? What do we do? Where do we go? In what world we should wake up after The Great Pause?

And, the artists replied…