he white wings of a dove seem to come out of the darkness of the infinite night of the soul. As if looking for an escape route, the dove plows through the space of a house, flies grazing over a house of cards, flies over a baroque table set ... The television screen, teeming with pixels, swallows the eye projecting it into an unknown deep space of nature technological. Visions of medieval and contemporary battles, baroque allegories, Bosch and Dulle Griet and hedonistic paradises alternate with dazzling images: a sicilian performance by the Living Theater, faces that splash from the screen, overlap, suddenly emerge from the unconscious. Each moment of vision contains Time, which pulsates on the screen, compressed and flashing, at the speed of 24 frames per second.
