with Pietro Agostoni
MACAO, Milano, 20/06/19-25/06/19
The Friends, the House, the Spider, the Dwarf, People only say things they donít know,
canít understand, thatís the reason we found the house. Thatís what social discourse means.
People only say things they donít know, canít understand. The words when spoken collide
into each other and in that collision meaning gets formed. Some spend their lives chasing
after it, never really understanding the process until itís too late, trapped, squeaking like mouses they need to get some air and their facesout of a window.
So me and my friends, we thoght, let's give them, an invitation. They need a world.
They're fried inside themselves tonight. Let's have it done, but there were
so many warblings out there to satiate their hunger that de-defines our spite version. You
need a hammer. You will only go into the water if you're holding one.
Me and my Friends we had made so many plans, to end up wired at Tvland. weíre so bored we could not move, let's have this thing ready by the eve, white couch, air dangling, I need a
hammer, I will go into the water only if Iím holding one.
So in the house, on the black couch, we wrote an invitation, a long one-breath kind of
invitation, dangling, i will go into the water only if you give me an hammer, the Spider kept on
repeating, the Dwarf, not listening, trying to pull out his Butt out of the TV screen, the camera moving across the room, lonely like a cloud, an heavy bend crossing its back and not much
light passing through it, when the butt move, the dwarf smile, Spider not responding, air is
thick, Maria came back from somewhere with the ropes, an heavy shadow occupy her
lower back, this whole communication has been dusty from the beginning, but i please you
to still accept this as our kindest kind of invitation,