There’s no reason to resist and there’s no reason to stop. It’s an eternal dissolution. Everything good shall pass. Everything bad shall pass.
Rewinding the film, the voice of Alan Watts: you can see yourself as existing only now, that’s the only “you” there is. The alternative to that, logically, is to see yourself as everything.
Speech becomes sensation, mechanic, material, and a sonorous incarnation; a giant mouth treading along the invisible boundary between installation and live performance.
Could dreams contain references to both past and future? In what proportion? Dreams, cycles and the construction of a time-dilating machine, inspired by John Dunne’s “An Experiment with Time”.
A Middle Ages catapulted into a non-place of a deformed imagination, with strange and disturbing interactions between different dimensions that reach the threshold of Chaos. The ghastly and immobile vestiges of the medieval iconography are deformed, transformed and destroyed to finally sprout again. The meeting of three disproportionates human skulls, vanities, triggers perturbation up to chaos. Skeletons dance to announce a cycle of continual construction and deconstruction.
A playful attempt to give a semantic value to sounds, taking as starting idea the articulation of the chapters of Lewis Carroll’s “Through the looking glass”. And as soon as the sounds become words, the words lose their sense, and turn into meta-words, which hold, as a faint shadow, traveling towards the other side of the mirror, a trace of their previous meaning.