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"Time knows how to select", by Belinda Cannone

Does culture / creative imagination give you a reason to hope?

I am deeply convinced that art is a part of the civilization process. Society can become more human and softer through politics, conceived as the thought of living together, but also, and very importantly, through art. It is a secular practice to seize the reality, reality that reinvents itself through art and writing.

Who embodies it the best?

For me, the artists of “celebration”, those who believe that humanity can improve. For example, artists such as Frank Capra who, in the cinema, offers a humanity model close to the fable but optimistic, and more generally all those who find themselves on the side of hope, contrary to “the professors of despair”, incriminated by Nancy Huston. Even though the pessimist surrenders its accountability, saying that he cannot change anything, the optimist believes that he can contribute to the change. Besides, optimism is my worst fault. Desire is that the heart of this issue, of this grip with life. Art is one of the means of this grip. Through the willingness to change the worlds, it contributes to the civilization process.

What would be the personal initiative / project / work that embodies your reason to hope?

I trust the works, and this way, I feel like a woman of the 18th Century because I have not given up the project of the Enlightenment. The Enlightenment’s humanism, this philosophy where reason is a source of progress, remains a valid civilization project. We must not forget that, among horrors, the 20th Century also invented non-violence, ou the international criminal tribunal, two genuine reasons to hope. I think that the works of art also carry that ideal.

How would you like to pass it on to future generations?

Writing is passing on to my contemporaries. I believe in the selective work of posterity, which brushed aside the imposters and parasites who establish themselves for their personal interest. Time knows how to select. What matters to me is to leave something intense enough, so that it can feed those who follow us.