La stanza di M.

Anyone who enters the room of M. is surrounded by her ghosts that have the face of a male figure. A “close” figure but loaded of a restless aura. In a swell the images of the mind (of the memory) of M. suck the spectator into another time. But the push is created mostly by the sound: in darkness its waves assail the body of the spectator, they litterally push him. In light the images of the mind jumbles onto each other, become insistent, until the memory saturates the image that becomes blurring, indistinguishable. You can only catch a glimpse of M. fighting in an outrush, chase by her ghosts. But the physical mark that remains imprinted in anyone who sees is the acoustic one that makes the chest resonate like when the heart crazily beats.
Graziano Graziani
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