NOTES FOR A TRIP (from the Exhibition "La Finestra della Mente)

A labyrinth in front of us, only one is the way towards the Light.

We have given birth to monsters, changed dreams in nightmares. Our mind transforms ideas into loneliness and then, the Black overhangs the reality which escapes us becoming dream.

The colours are the only way for bringing our thoughts beyond the black wall.

The writings that appear are graffiti on the walls. They set free the souls hidden in cold and dark basements of our brain.

Loneliness creates the Black. Everything is transformed by the Light.
The shades projected on the walls become enlarged and deformed, taking shape and escaping.
They wander the road like prisoners without face nor voice, or destination.
Shades of unknown souls.
Timeless souls, crowding in dark tunnels, confronting and clashing themselves, looking themselves in the eyes, without knowing each other.
They are only colours which do not blend one another ever. They face Obscurity, they appear standing out clean.

The atmosphere is heavy, silent howls attack the air.
The shades become a single entity to create new shades and new souls, multiplying themselves endlessly over the time.
Descendants of ancient shades, warriors and knights. Always identical, they fight the same battles over and over again, shut away in the centuries.

They spark off tempests and storms. The labyrinth is confused among rain, lightning and lights.

But the road we have taken seems to be the right one and the shades make smaller behind to us.