Sumptuous utopia

This project is the junction point of about twenty different memories. There are so many, pictures violent, symbols, emotions, desires, all converge on a sort of massive dream hushed up behind the curtains of a magic lantern. The dreams are there, they move vaguely between crazy shadows and extravagant, frail and charred figures in a flood of dark Caravaggio lights. But in the room where no one is standing a clock. Ticking, inexorably, midnight is approaching. And then, the sumptuous utopia is not more than a trap where elegant dreams do not are more than bloody rags struggling wildly to exist.