on going:

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silver was the swan - no blue, she said

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exhibition and performance by giorgia garzilli and natacha de oliveira, text by lea sarde, a selection of publications by hécatombe and food by collective domingo

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opening on thursday, april 11, at 6pm

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spellbound i travel to a place beyond memory, a place that stands still, vast and gleaming, in a remote corner of my mind. given the least opportunity, our minds race to this constant folding and unfolding of chimeric events, searching for those figures that make of human life an incessant flow of stories and images.

SILVER WAS THE SWAN - NO BLUE, SHE SAID is a performance to which one succumbs willingly, knowing its delicate fabric can disintegrate with the slightest interference. SILVER WAS THE SWAN - NO BLUE, SHE SAID is half myth and half of that half reality, all memory distorted by desire. It transits the unwieldy space between journey and creation with the smoothness of a cat burglar intruding on us when least expected.
SILVER WAS THE SWAN - NO BLUE, SHE SAID is the gleaming streets and buildings of a decadent old lady seen at night from the cinematic distance of an airplane, or the closeness of cold scaffolding covering the pastel fires of an old world. in this sacred domain a unique intimacy with things take place. all surroundings are dispelled by a powerful attraction that propels us into objects; we enter a bewitched zone where moments and places navigate alongside one another on a slow motion carousel whose horses shift with each rise and fall.
SILVER WAS THE SWAN - NO BLUE, SHE SAID is an enchanted grotto where a siren’s song luring us into the other’s i.
SILVER WAS THE SWAN - NO BLUE, SHE SAID is a talisman whose illusions need protection from the harshness of everyday life.

monsters, like our memories, are of our own making.

g&n