Dancing Blind

Dancing blind, not knowing what steps to take. Without realizing where to go. How to move.
Three different pictures of existence
A white room, liberty house with a party and a defaced and decadent reality where humans are no longer humans. But aberrant and raged creatures, deformed by technological "evolution", by the stressed fever to be immortal and forever young.
It represents a break in the soul, an internal destruction, in which human beings have lost their true essence, their values and emotions are controlled and polluted by something artificial.
A world where you lose the sense of things and the wind blows relentlessly making you change direction from what you had dreamed in your life.
A nostalgia for the time that was. Of beauty, of elegance, of youth.
A desire to return back to the ground and to the instinct.
We relished smells, words and laughter.
But the new era has begun and the shelter is a personal jail, made of dreams and visions that protect from the cold and cruel reality. White is loneliness, something undefined and indeterminate. In white, forms lose sense. If you go into it, it blinds you, swallows you up and smother you.
There is no more hope to understand and struggle, but to let oneself live diving into a white world where the artist communicates and worships the snake. Symbol of independence, inexpressivity and lack of social relations.
A request for help, for an hand that won't let me fall down , that won't let me drift, that will be strong and hold me up.
I don’t want anymore a world in which everyone is his own god. A refuge in one's own whiteness, without references, sexless, with lack of desire, in which each of us dances alone, blindly.