I still vividly remember, more than fifteen years later, one essay I wrote for an exam in my literature class in high school. So far as I can recall, it was the very first time something I wrote was actually read before an audience by someone else - my teacher in front of my fellow classmates! But what is even more engraved in my memory, is the subject: “Will the literature survive the video/visual communication era?”

I’m a firm lover and defender of the written art. I always have a book nearby – it’s a matter of survival! I also rely mainly on printed and online newspapers for daily updates on our world misery (or wonders). I know that one day I might have the courage to be a writer.
On the other hand, I also enjoy a lot the visual arts – paintings, films, photography. And fairly recently, I even started using those media myself!

This might be the reason why I still find the dichotomy hard to accept. Why would one of those forms of art supersede the other? Is a picture really more powerful than a written piece? How could we forget such a large part of our (Hi)story and foundation? Will we really reverse our means of communication and expression to human early practices: visual signs and oral transmission?