Trilogy_The question of body language and the art of A. Mendieta, C. Cahun, S. Moon<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIs the dream over? The dream is over!\u201d<\/em> Trilogy_The question of body language and the art of A. Mendieta, C. Cahun, S. Moon. \u201cIs the dream over? The dream is over!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":18396,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[75],"tags":[],"autore":[],"class_list":["post-17929","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-programme-2024"],"acf":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t
\nWe 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\u00a0 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”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"