an hour, several weeks, few centuries
The Address•Feb 07, 2025 — Mar 08, 2025
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We find ourselves in a refuge where everything exists in a time that is anything but de- finable, in terms of sequence and linearity. A time that belongs to the present as much as to the past, or even to the future. A time that seems to have emerged by rummaging through the ashes of a landscape now unrecognizable, where nothing is an illusion, yet at the same time, there is the unsettling sensation of being prisoners inside an image, or of moving in an alien dream*. (*Antoine Volodine, Terminus Radioso, 2016).
In this refuge, we are uncertain presences, tolerated guests.
One has the feeling of having insinuated oneself into a space that does not truly belong to us, of being tolerated in the silent waiting for a pretext to be banished. In the air vibrate the unwanted acoustic feedback from some distorters.
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an hour, several weeks, few centuries
The Address•Feb 07, 2025 — Mar 08, 2025
Press Release
We find ourselves in a refuge where everything exists in a time that is anything but de- finable, in terms of sequence and linearity. A time that belongs to the present as much as to the past, or even to the future. A time that seems to have emerged by rummaging through the ashes of a landscape now unrecognizable, where nothing is an illusion, yet at the same time, there is the unsettling sensation of being prisoners inside an image, or of moving in an alien dream*. (*Antoine Volodine, Terminus Radioso, 2016).
In this refuge, we are uncertain presences, tolerated guests.
One has the feeling of having insinuated oneself into a space that does not truly belong to us, of being tolerated in the silent waiting for a pretext to be banished. In the air vibrate the unwanted acoustic feedback from some distorters.
An hour, several weeks, few centuries: these are temporalities that we cannot attribute to any of the objects used by Edoardo Caimi...More