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":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17929","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17929"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17929\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19779,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17929\/revisions\/19779"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/18396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17929"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17929"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17929"},{"taxonomy":"autore","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teatridivetro.it\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/autore?post=17929"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\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":"