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During 2020 I often had the image of having a scribble instead of my head:
the confusion, the feeling of being lost, the sensation of being unable to make the next step or even to identify the direction where to turn to, appeared to me visually as a scribble, with curved lines hovering around a centre that felt like a black hole sucking me in. This performance is the realisation of that image, and doing it meant to go through that sense of claustrophobia that closes in, without allowing me to escape anywhere. Which is what the lockdown did to me. |
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