© DR
In a stratified metaphysical space which doesn’t seem to be directed only by three-dimensional rules, in this dense, escaping space, close to memory, a bigger memory that goes beyond our own experience, in this invisible architecture that slides away and speaks of other speeches, in this intimate space created by forms, colours, substance, angles of the body, in this dimmed light composed of looks, rhythms, falls, an abandoned humanity looks up to the sky as if searching for comfort and offering its own sacrifice.
