Trilogy_The question of body language and the art of A. Mendieta, C. Cahun, S. Moon
“Is the dream over? The dream is over!”
We feel ourselves being hit vertically by Cupid’s arrows: images, but we ourselves are made of images, crossroads of signs, senses, places, dimensions, colours. The Image that animates us has the time of a fragility. Perhaps it is possible to smell the dream by the progress of a shadow, which follows him as if it were an animal tail, hidden behind him. At the passing of each event, at each epiphany, one should stop in a corner of time without metric. Threshold and refuge. Being immersed in its echo, in the ferment of silences that derive from it. It’s a new dream. Waiting for something to take shape and “put us in the middle of a truth”.
