A washing machine projected on the wall spins quickly with a deafening, repetitive noise. The spectators start a kind of... Read More
A washing machine projected on the wall spins quickly with a deafening, repetitive noise. The spectators start a kind of roundabout, intercepting the line of light from the projector. It is a natural and spontaneous movement, almost magical-ritual: in the darkness of the room, the presence of men is given by the shadows their bodies create. Man's existence is always a repetition, like Nietzsche's eternal return; but man also follows, without thinking, his fellows in collective actions, almost enraptured by the multitude.