Paris

 El secreto era se niño o no. la música era la resistencia que faltaba para hacer el pasaje totalmente fluido... Porque era la noche. El día había cesado y la noche estaba en el mundo... una noche puesta sobre el día sólo porque era invierno. Era como si se hubiera vuelto real, cosa que nunca sucedía con la música... Estaba pensando con el máximo de sonoridad ella también... todo había cambiado Había cambiado la atmósfera, el peso de la realidad... parecía como si ahora todo pudiera suceder. ?Y ates no era así? Antes era como si nada pudiera suceder. Tenía algo así como la sombra de una euforia en el corazón: es el efecto infalible de la realidad... como un signo usado y bien usado, tan bien usado que el mundo entero era su significado. como si las tres hubieran pensado lo mismo, y ninguna supiera qué era. – Es... maravilloso –balbuceó–. Sé que debería felicitarte, pero no encuentro las palabras. Me has sorprendido mucho más de lo que podría expresar... Me sentí transportada mientr...

 A cyanotype is essentially a blueprint. Mid 19th century: from the original process in which prints were composed of white lines on a blue ground or of blue lines on a white ground.

  Sleep is a big theme of the trilogy so far. In   The   Sentinel , the soldier falls asleep resting on the bas-relief in the show. Yes, I feel sleep is a way of resisting. It’s how bodies manage to escape to the dream world, a chance to take a break from the violence of the world in order to see something better. There are three generations of women [in the bas-relief] watching over him. You’re vulnerable when asleep, so this is a notion of care.  In  The Watchman , the protagonist passes through a doorway with a Turkish phrase carved into it that translates to: Wake up, soldier . That’s from the Turkish army. They asked the soldiers to be awake and ready; for them, failure meant they weren’t awake enough, strong enough. For me, weakness is a way of resistance. It’s how we can take back our humanity.

Dream is you, and Dream is not you. It does so much that you can't do. How dare you claim the making of your dreams? 'I dreamed that tiny people were souls.' Oh did you? You did that? Hah! Actually, you only witnessed it, or took part in the action.  A dream is a vivid present without a recent past – how van that be?And the reality of a dream is a remembered one: you remember what it was like to be in it. You draw it out of a void. It "comes back to you". 

 

  A need to trust the temporary community of people we sleep with, a need to accompany each other through the distance. The global of the collective unconscious, of the globalized vulnerability, and the local of the flesh, of the ghosts present in this city and not others. A vigil state where we can be together in dissension, with our different languages and dreams, in a state between alertness and sleep. The night offers us some hours to linger and listen.  useless land is the reading of a compilation of fictional and theoretical texts about a pre-industrial-revolution world. These texts draw a cognitive map of possibilities with regard to our relationship with and perspective on the environment, animals, ghosts, plants, and more. - The reading / performance will start at 23h and finish with the rising of the sun, we will accompany one another during those 8 hours. - You may sleep or wake while you listen, your sleep will probably not be the same than a full night s...