Artist
Curator
More Exhibitions at DISPLAY
Similar Exhibitions
Guestbook
Press Release
Sometimes, in Piazza Duomo the bells sound like spectral presences. Other times, they get lost in the noise of Sunday crowds. Are they tolling for the dead, calling to prayer, just marking the hours? Who really cares. Yet always, there is a moment when their voice bends back on itself: the curve of the sound as the chime fades. It is there that time changes its shape, it stretches, it vibrates, it hangs suspended. In certain cities, bells ring too often, too much. Who truly hears them? When our organs grow accustomed, we stop perceiving both difference and repetition. Reality becomes habit, and what remains is only the vibration of what once was. Try, from a single chime, to create a new form of duration: an impulse that stretches, that expands, that turns into a sea of waves. No longer event, but state. No longer time, but field, extended body. When sound becomes body, it claims an expanded domain — space no longer contains anything; it lets everything pass through.
Imagine...More
Exhibition Space
Metadata
Claims
Press Release
Sometimes, in Piazza Duomo the bells sound like spectral presences. Other times, they get lost in the noise of Sunday crowds. Are they tolling for the dead, calling to prayer, just marking the hours? Who really cares. Yet always, there is a moment when their voice bends back on itself: the curve of the sound as the chime fades. It is there that time changes its shape, it stretches, it vibrates, it hangs suspended. In certain cities, bells ring too often, too much. Who truly hears them? When our organs grow accustomed, we stop perceiving both difference and repetition. Reality becomes habit, and what remains is only the vibration of what once was. Try, from a single chime, to create a new form of duration: an impulse that stretches, that expands, that turns into a sea of waves. No longer event, but state. No longer time, but field, extended body. When sound becomes body, it claims an expanded domain — space no longer contains anything; it lets everything pass through.
Imagine...More
