TRAINING ERASMUS PLUS 2026 ON DEATH EDUCATION
QUI LE IMMAGINI REALIZZATE DALLE/DAI PARTECIPANTI PER UN LAVORO DI RIFLESSIONE E RICERCA SUL TERRITORIO DA COMMENTARE CON PAROLE – HERE ARE THE IMAGES CREATED BY THE PARTICIPANTS AS PART OF A PROJECT INVOLVING REFLECTION AND RESEARCH ON THE LOCAL AREA, TO BE DISCUSSED AND COMMENTED ON

TINA: There’s something about the way
these threads connect to each and every blade of grass,
almost as if they would fall apart without them.
There’s something about the way this invisible net holds the droplets suspended in air,
almost as if it’s protecting them from falling.
There’s something about the way they are perfectly shaped, reflecting light in a moment of clarity,
almost as if they are frozen in time.
There’s something about the way this beautiful fragment of Earth pulls me in,
almost as if this peaceful place is where I would want to die.

MARIANA: The flower, open and delicate, possesses a discreet sensuality in its form and intense color, like a symbol of life at its peak. At the same time, the already dried parts around it show that this moment is fleeting.

GABRIELA: : I thought someone would sure choose this picture.

LAURA: Light brighting the darkness

ALEXA: A stone figure holds a lifeless body with a gentle almost intimate touch, while soft blurred flowers in the foreground hint at life and fragility, creating a quiet tension between death and desire.

AMA: Vampires: the map that leads into Eros (union) while executing Thanatos (destruction)

AMBER: Where ecstasy and annihilation collide Beauty and decay intertwine In anthropomorphic wast

BEN JEAN: body in a future where queer, trans, and non-binary lives are held with dignity, and where liberation stretches beyond every border, all the way to Palestine

JAVIXU: Nature reclaims what is hers, demonstrating that what humans build is only temporary and that, sooner or later, the natural order is restored

ALBA: Bees carry whispers between the living and the dead

OKSANA: Love can suffocate.

ANETE: Desire blooming in the cemetery

CHIARA: Leaves, like swords, cutting through my flesh, leave me bleeding

GILLEKE:
