I sink into a disorderly and incomprehensible atmosphere. Tormented by a screeching sound, tasting substances from unpleasant tastes, metal, while the touch and smell are kidnapped by equally upset. Reappears the real world and lost crave a reason. Suggestive flocks, real upsets, They belong to me. Reality and illusion, truth and utopia, tissues in an unusual plot, between transparency and optical prints. The Talmud says: “ A dream that is not interpreted It is like a letter that is not read“, here there is mine.
CREDITS:
Director/Producer: Alessandro Liccardi
Model: Elisa Messina
Blacksmith: Francesco Gagliano
