Project Description

I BEQUEATH MYSELF TO THE DIRT
MAKING MEMORY OF VOLUNTEER WORK THROUGH CULTURAL HERITAGE

CSV Bergamo – Service Centre for Volunteering, Bergamo, ongoing

I never imagined I could find an order in what I was trying to express, overwhelmed as I was with thoughts and emotions pouring out of me, apparently disconnected from my own experience in the association. But as we sat on the steps of the altar and looked up at the sacristy’s ceiling, I felt like “a window had just opened”… I was moved and in awe…

Maria Francesca Pasinelli, President of the Alzheimer Association in Bergamo

During the peak of the Covid-19 pandemic last spring, volunteer associations operating in Bergamo and its territory played a crucial role in supporting local communities; at the same time, they were dramatically affected both in their ability to keep providing their services during lockdown, and by the tragic death toll in their own ranks. In this framework, the project aims to celebrate the significance and legacy of these associations, encourage a symbolical passing of the torch, and promote an exchange between organisations sharing the same scope of action.
“I bequeath myself to the dirt” draws inspiration from a verse by Walt Whitman with a view to highlighting key features of volunteering such as self-giving and a sense of community/belonging. Through the language of storytelling, the heritage sites chosen for the project become spaces of encounter and exchange between volunteers, where individual stories are interwoven with the beauty of the land, as well as a vehicle to promote the local community’s wellbeing and active involvement.

Photo by Maria Grazia Panigada

Seven groups, each one bringing together volunteers from different associations gathered by thematic area (health, environment, disability, third age, immigration, poverty, cultural rights), weave individual experiences with seven heritage sites in Bergamo and its province: the churches of San Tomè and San Giorgio in Almenno, the Basilica of San Martino and Museum of Sacred Art in Alzano Lombardo, the Suardi Chapel in Trescore Balneario, the Church of the Conversion and Benedictine Monastery in San Paolo d’Argon, Moroni Palace in Bergamo, the Sculpture Park of Bergamo Provincial Administration (and other contemporary sculptures located in different areas of the city centre), the Church of the Resurrection in Torre de’ Roveri.

“I bequeath myself to the dirt” started in September 2020 and will be completed around March 2021 (depending on the new lockdown, which involved a temporary break of our work). This website page is therefore a work in progress, constantly updated with images and extracts from the short stories which will take shape in the months to come.

Extracts

The seamless interweaving of shapes creates a harmonious whole.
All of the sudden, I realise this is exactly the sense of wholeness I was craving when I first entered the church of Saint Tomè.
I have been running all of my life, I feel so weary. I sit down and picture myself untangling with my own hands those tree twigs, turning them into a loose ribbon.
A single line that takes the shape of a circle. A circle enveloping me.
And I feel at peace
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Luisa Locatelli on a capital in the Romanesque church of San Tomè, Almenno San Bartolomeo, 12th century
One foot is suspended in space. The other is barely leaning against the vault, and yet it looks like a cornerstone.
They convey me a sense of being able to go beyond, to travel to places where there is no ground beneath your feet, no feeling of security, no answer to whatever you are going to live through.
What kind of gift is an angel coming to earth expected to bring to human beings, other than the lightness they crave for?
Maria Francesca Pasinelli on an angel in plaster by the Sala atelier, second sacristy of the Basilica di San Martino, 17th century
I raise my eyes and I am captured by his gaze, the only angel leaning forward, as if looking for something or someone he cannot quite focus.
It is through him that I suddenly find myself in the dome’s Paradise: a universe made of a myriad gazes, countless small eyes – the ones I meet every time in the hospital ward.
I “specialised in gazes”: being able to read into that universe became my challenge, my commitment. And each one of those encounters is a new discovery.
Every universe has its own needs and ways of conveying them. But it is through the eyes that we’re allowed into the inner world of a child, an adolescent, even a baby; and they never lie.
“Look at me, I am looking for you” – their eyes tell me looking for mine, and I know that if I won’t be afraid of facing their pain and fear, they will let me in…
Elisabetta Romagialli on the frescoed dome of San Paolo d’Argon Church of the Conversion, 18th century

The table is a vital space, where nourishment and relationship intertwine; a place that should be stained without fear, and finds its meaning in being “consumed”, day after day. There is something sacred in this repetition, where we get a glimpse of the circle of life, of our dependence on food, and that journey from expectation to completion marking our lives.
Even the most convivial table must be abandoned in time; for us to leave it renewed in spirit, its tidiness should be literally questioned, disrupted, and processed.
At home, much like in the Solidarity Purchase Groups where I volunteer, food is a vital component, urging us to be aware of its origin, in order for it to arrive on our tables neither as the fruit of injustice, nor as its cause

Mariangela Fusco on the Polyptych of Emmaus by Arcabas, Church of the Resurrection, Torre de’ Roveri, 20th century
San Tomè
Photo by Maria Grazia Panigada (Church of San Tomé, Almenno San Bartolomeo)
immagine in evidenza Lascio in eredità me stesso alla terra
Photo by Maria Grazia Panigada (Basilica of San Martino, Alzano Lombardo)
Photo by Simona Bodo (Church of the Convertion, San Paolo d’Argon)
Photo by Maria Grazia Panigada (Church of the Resurrection, Torre de’ Roveri)
San Giorgio
Photo by Maria Grazia Panigada (Church of San Giorgio, Almenno San Salvatore)
Photo by Simona Bodo (Basilica of San Martino, Alzano Lombardo)
Photo by Maria Grazia Panigada (Monastery of San Paolo d’Argon)
Photo by Simona Bodo (Church of the Resurrection, Torre de’ Roveri)